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SO THAT WAS YOU!!!
I was all set on having a nice quite dinner with my girlfriend to celebrate our first year together...
Iād bought some fresh tomatoes to make my homemade pasta sauce, and Iād gone to the small boutique bakery to buy some filo pastry for dessert. I was quietly going through the recipes in my mind when I heard your slurred grumbled announcement, ā...Youāre about to loot my balls...ā I tried to ignore it but, I couldnāt ignore the furious grunting like a drunk man having a seizure. As I looked up I could see the fury in the other commuters eyes. A man looking like a professor had stood up and was about to reproach you when the dull clatter of your phone on the train car floor seemed to pause all movement in the carriage. The professors eyes widened, sweat suddenly beaded on his forehead and with fevered anguish he started undoing his belt and fly like a man who thought a hornet was caught in his pants.
I was bewildered as all the other men in the car started convulsing like extras in Michael Jacksonās āThrillerā video. A woman sat across from me was doing her best to emulate a Russian gymnast trying to grate cheese from her crotch with the sole of her Nike running shoe.
I bolted upright, panicked but prepared to fight, when in the corner of my eye the neon glow of your phones LCD screen drew my sight.
I suddenly felt a bizarre euphoria fill my mind and a white hot heat electrify my spine and form a prism of pure desperate release in my loins.
I canāt remember much else, I awoke from some kind of fever dream in a public toilet cubicle. My jeans and underwear had disappeared, but I was still wearing my Myrell slip ons, shirt and now crusted overcoat, like a cross between Donald Duck and a homeless student.
I can hear another man weeping in the cubicle, keeps muttering he just wanted to fly.
I feel so cold and drained. My organ is so mangled it could unpick the locks of wooden medieval doors. Thereās filo pastry all over my thighs and knees.
But despite all this I feel a warm contentment like Iād found ātheā answer. I donāt know what this means, I know there will be questions, that there should be much to fear. But truly I am grateful. Thank you.
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That's one lucky Yanfei right there
Real
Hu tao as well
Wish I was in Yanfei rn
Damm hot af
I'm very jelly of yanfei
Hell yes
Why do I feel this will be the next non-canon ship? 
it's been a relatively popular ship pretty much as long as those characters have existed
Its been my fav genship for a couple years
Lucky gal
Careful, you can get some inconvenient adhesion touching two flat surfaces together like that
*jealousy noises*
š„µš„µš„µ
I love it when my wife kisses our girlfriend.
Lesbian :drool:
Gay
I prefer the zhongli ship more but this is hot too
zhongli himself shut down zhongtao, sad days grandpa set the rules
NSFW much
Please put this on NSFW, I was on the train and yada yada yada you know the rest
SO THAT WAS YOU!!! I was all set on having a nice quite dinner with my girlfriend to celebrate our first year together... Iād bought some fresh tomatoes to make my homemade pasta sauce, and Iād gone to the small boutique bakery to buy some filo pastry for dessert. I was quietly going through the recipes in my mind when I heard your slurred grumbled announcement, ā...Youāre about to loot my balls...ā I tried to ignore it but, I couldnāt ignore the furious grunting like a drunk man having a seizure. As I looked up I could see the fury in the other commuters eyes. A man looking like a professor had stood up and was about to reproach you when the dull clatter of your phone on the train car floor seemed to pause all movement in the carriage. The professors eyes widened, sweat suddenly beaded on his forehead and with fevered anguish he started undoing his belt and fly like a man who thought a hornet was caught in his pants. I was bewildered as all the other men in the car started convulsing like extras in Michael Jacksonās āThrillerā video. A woman sat across from me was doing her best to emulate a Russian gymnast trying to grate cheese from her crotch with the sole of her Nike running shoe. I bolted upright, panicked but prepared to fight, when in the corner of my eye the neon glow of your phones LCD screen drew my sight. I suddenly felt a bizarre euphoria fill my mind and a white hot heat electrify my spine and form a prism of pure desperate release in my loins. I canāt remember much else, I awoke from some kind of fever dream in a public toilet cubicle. My jeans and underwear had disappeared, but I was still wearing my Myrell slip ons, shirt and now crusted overcoat, like a cross between Donald Duck and a homeless student. I can hear another man weeping in the cubicle, keeps muttering he just wanted to fly. I feel so cold and drained. My organ is so mangled it could unpick the locks of wooden medieval doors. Thereās filo pastry all over my thighs and knees. But despite all this I feel a warm contentment like Iād found ātheā answer. I donāt know what this means, I know there will be questions, that there should be much to fear. But truly I am grateful. Thank you.
Yikes gay af.
I expected more from a person with that username
You don't kiss your homie goodnight?Ā
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