Dan Heng IL
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Recently, Dan Heng's developed a habit. You'd always been a little hard to deal with. Too energetic for him to keep up and now, he'd finally found a solution.
"Heng! What is that?" You asked, fiddling with one of the many important artifacts he had in his room. One you'd most likely break if left unattended.
In a split second, his long tail had wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air and pulling you to his side.
"Stay."