"Ah, pretty one." Hannibal kissed the top of Huaisang's head, before quoting Keats, "O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell."
He smiled, gently tipping up Huaisang's chin so he could kiss the younger man. "Or in other words ... perhaps you and Jiang Cheng should not be in this house alone, but out and about. Enjoying the fresh air, so to speak."
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Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell."
He smiled, gently tipping up Huaisang's chin so he could kiss the younger man. "Or in other words ... perhaps you and Jiang Cheng should not be in this house alone, but out and about. Enjoying the fresh air, so to speak."