#zhuo yichen would like li lun to stick to his neck only

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Sequel to this

Back with the shenanigans of chaos grimlins:

Li Lun steps on the ravaged battle field, focused on finding a way to deal with Wen Zongyu, and after being tossed around like a rag doll, he finally got an idea.

He stumbled towards Zhuo Yichen, his nemesis/ status uncleared/ex's current surprising companion in this battle, and put his hand on the other's knee, intending to shake him to consciousness.

He looked up, intending to say his piece, but faltered mid way.

There were horns. Very small horns on Zhuo Yichen's head.

Now, Li Lun had seen a variety of demons in his long life, but most of the time they came with signs of their demonic heritage with symbols that were only etched on their skins, never going beyond it. To see such mutation was rare. A mutation that instead of making the other look ugly, only belied his young demonic age in a very beautiful way.

Also, those horns were very smol.

He licked his lips, gathering his thoughts to say his strategy. Unknowingly though, his other hand lifted towards those horns.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Yichen woke up from his short spell of unconsciousness, and slapped his hands away without looking.

Li Lun continued explaining his plan, both of them refusing to acknowledge how his hand constantly staryed towards those horns and the later kept smacking him away. He probably had lots of practice.

"I will attract the fire of Wen Zongyu" his mouth formed words, yet all he could think upon finally touching those smol horns were how cold and smooth they were.

Zhuo Yichen casted a small glare. "Mind keeping your hands away from them?"

"But the horns are right there, why bother?"

"Don't you love choking me? Stick your hands to my neck only, no need to stray beyond that."

[phantom248]

Back with the shenanigans of chaos grimlins:

Li Lun steps on the ravaged battle field, focused on finding a way to deal with Wen Zongyu, and after being tossed around like a rag doll, he finally got an idea.

He stumbled towards Zhuo Yichen, his nemesis/ status uncleared/ex's current surprising companion in this battle, and put his hand on the others knees, shaking him.

He looked up, intending to say his piece, but faltered mid way.

There were horns. Very small horns on Zhuo Yichen's head.

Now, Li Lun had seen a variety of demons in his long life, but most of the time they came with signs of their demonic heritage with signs that were only etched on their skins, never going beyond it. To see such mutation was rare. A mutation that instead of making the other look ugly, only belied his young demonic age beautifully.

Also, those horns were very smol.

He licked his lips, gathering his thoughts to say his strategy. Unknowingly though, his other hand lifted towards those horns.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Yichen woke up from his short spell of unconsciousness, and slapped his hands away without looking.

Li Lun continued explaining his plan, both of them refusing to acknowledge how his hand constantly staryed towards those horns and the later kept smacking him away. He probably had lots of practice.

"I will attract the fire of Wen Zongyu" his mouth formed words, yet all he could think upon finally touching those smol horns were how cold and smooth they were.

Zhuo Yichen casted a small glare. "Mind keeping your hands away from them?"

"But the horns are right there, why bother?"

"Don't you love choking me? Stick your hands to my neck only, no need to stray beyond that."

People (Zhao Yuanzhou) getting obsessed with those teeny tiny smol horns Zhuo Yichen grows after becoming demon to the point of constantly trying to touch them.

That's it. That's the fic.