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"Are you doing alright?" Guiying tilted his head, studying the tight line of Limo's shoulders, the way his knee hadn't stopped bouncing since he sat down. "That's not just Kong Siying sitting on you, is it?"
Limo pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, holding them there a moment before dragging them down his face.
"I'm conflicted." His voice came out rough. "I've been avoiding Moying. Every time he looks at me like I've kicked him, that quiet way he goes still instead of arguing back, it does something to my chest I can't sit with."
Guiying waited, saying nothing.
"I don't understand why he wants me at all." Limo's hands twisted together in his lap. "We only just met. But I keep finding myself drawn to him anyway."
"So what's stopping you?"
"We're both alphas." The words came out heavier than he intended. "I can't carry the pressure that comes with that."
"Limo." Guiying leaned forward. "If you like him even a little, why are you throwing it away?"
