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sunday six is headed toward a(n eventual) threesome.
Ye Zun draws his brother a lot. The tips of his pencils trace the lines of Shen Wei's body in a way the tips of his fingers aren't allowed. Sometimes it's slow and deliberate, every stroke a caress of the paper. But sometimes it's harsher, quick and desperate and impatient. There's never been a balance between the two techniques, or at least there wasn't until he started adding Zhao Yunlan to the pages of his sketchbook.
He never meant to do that.
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It's just going to take awhile because. It just is. lol
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