[His joy isn't expressed with words; the syllables catch in his throat when he attempts to speak. He thinks that perhaps this is the time anyway to show Mingjue the truth of how he feels about him. The future...what Xue Yang told him...hasn't dampened his love. If anything, it has made the emotion more desperate to be acknowledged.
So he finally acknowledges it, leaning across the small space of table between them and taking advantage of the fact that Mingjue is seated. His kiss isn't clumsy - he has too much experience for that - but it is warm and insistent. If this is the moment he becomes Nie Zhongqing, he wants to mark it in a special way.]
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So he finally acknowledges it, leaning across the small space of table between them and taking advantage of the fact that Mingjue is seated. His kiss isn't clumsy - he has too much experience for that - but it is warm and insistent. If this is the moment he becomes Nie Zhongqing, he wants to mark it in a special way.]