It’s good to see you

When Yuan Xuelan barged into Liu Sumeng's room he wasn't at all paying attention to what the Ivory Sword Saint was doing. Like an over-excited puppy, he attacked his beloved with a bone-crushing hug.

"Xuelan," Liu Sumeng huffed, slightly out of breath. He chuckled a little when he put down some of the letters in his hand. "It's good to see you."

And when he was finally free of the hug and turned around, Yuan Xuelan pressed in for another hug. He drank in the Ivory Sword Saint's soft laughter and basked in heat he so desperately missed. He caressed the Ivory Sword Saint's waist, fingers splayed to feel the tantalizing outline of the body beneath his grasps.

He whined when the Ivory Sword Saint pulled away. 

"Not now," Sumeng hummed and gave his cute lover (was it proper to call Xuelan that!?) a pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a little before pulling away. "Help me sort my things."