[ Jin Ling was tense, coiled up like a spring, waiting restlessly. He stood up straighter when he saw Wei Wuxian approach, gripping his Father’s sword tightly. He wasn’t expecting the man to grab him, and just sort of stared at him in affronted shock for several seconds before his face stated to heat up and he pulled away out of Wei Wuxian’s grasp. ]
And what’s wrong with that? [ The defensive tone is automatic, ingrained. ] He and Little Uncle raised me just fine!!
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And what’s wrong with that? [ The defensive tone is automatic, ingrained. ] He and Little Uncle raised me just fine!!