Mo Shian removed the gloves from her hands and inspected her fingers.
"No burns."
"I told you I wouldn't burst into flames."
"You didn't know."
"Neither did you."
"I was prepared."
Weiwei leaned against him.
"You worry too much."
"I almost watched you burn from the inside while Gu Yan could do nothing."
The memory still frightened him.
She turned and held his face between her hands.
"I'm alright."
"You are now."
"And I will be careful."
"You said that before cutting the stone."
"I didn't know the stone would drink my blood."
"That sentence is not reassuring."
Weiwei kissed him gently.
"I won't test anything without you."
His hand settled on her waist.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Mo Shian deepened the kiss, pulling her onto his lap.
The brooch was temporarily forgotten on the table.
By the time they separated, Weiwei's lips were swollen and Mo Shian's breathing had become uneven.
She rested her forehead against his.
"We still need to prepare for tomorrow."
