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Yang Xiao-Long: 

39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

“How are you not crying?!”

The movie you had watched was so heart-wrenching that it wasn’t unusual that a waterfall was cascading down your face from your eyes, sniffling as you tried to wipe it away before Yang flicked the lights back on. She’s quicker than you are and dived back to the couch as you tried to cover your face, laughing with glee when you ultimately lose the battle against her strength. She pinned your hands above your head and leaned forward to press her lips to your wet cheeks, giggling as you went back and forth between giggling along with her and sobbing as fresh memories of the movie come flooding back.

You’re glad your girlfriend was the comforting type but she was also completely merciless when it came to teasing you; you knew the jokes about this movie would last for months. At least she was kind enough to want to kiss your tears away instead of awkwardly patting your shoulder and letting you suffer in silence, even if she continued to snicker as the tears kept coming.

“I can’t believe you got that upset!” Yang laughed as your tears finally dried, helping wipe off the remainder of your tears as she looked at you with a goofy smile. “You’re too cute, you know that, right?”

“Even when I’m crying? Man, your dad was right, you are weird.”

“Hey!”