is sunday 6 still a thing?

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From my XueXiao cop/hitman AU WIP:

Xue Yang holds a piece of ice to Xingchen's lips. "Suck."

Xingchen's lips part as he takes the ice into his mouth. It should not be as sensual as it is.

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me," Xue Yang tells him.

"Where's my phone?" Xiao Xingchen asks once he's had two pieces of ice.

Xue Yang had tracked him with it and figured the authorities could, as well. "Gone into the lake, the same as your gun."

"I need to call someone," Xingchen says weakly.

"You need to rest," Xue Yang tells him. "Don't worry about the outside world right now. You were hurt. You could have died."

Xingchen's delicate fingers pat over his middle and chest. "I feel okay." He tries to sit up.

"Stop it," Xue Yang says irritably, pushing him back down. "You need to stay in bed for now."

"I don't need to-"

Xue Yang presses harder on Xingchen's chest and smiles. "Don't make me tie you down."