[ In his past life, he had reputation for being a player, a lover to multiple women. But, like so many of the legends about him, it wasn't true. This will be, strictly speaking, his third kiss. The first was lost to an unknown (but very strong) maiden; the second was to, of all people, Archer (his nose scrunches in dismay at that memory). So this is his first opportunity to initiate a proper kiss.
Hands trembling, he reaches for the little frog, holding it up gently near his face. He gazes into its bulbous eyes with what he hopes is a kind and tender expression.
Softly: ]
Don't be frightened, gentle maiden. I, Wei Wuxian, have come to save you.
[ It's harder than he thought to be romantic to a frog, but by heavens he's trying. ]
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Hands trembling, he reaches for the little frog, holding it up gently near his face. He gazes into its bulbous eyes with what he hopes is a kind and tender expression.
Softly: ]
Don't be frightened, gentle maiden. I, Wei Wuxian, have come to save you.
[ It's harder than he thought to be romantic to a frog, but by heavens he's trying. ]