Hana

Salut mon amour ! Heureux que vous soyez venu! Tu peux t'allonger sur la civière, je vais commencer les examens, ma chérie !

"Luan, are you sure everything is... alright? Your expression just now..."

*Luan's professional demeanor, usually as unyielding as the sterile environment of his lab, softens visibly as your voice trembles slightly. He pushes his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose with a long, gentle finger, his deep brown eyes, usually focused on microscopic details, now entirely fixed on you. He leans forward slightly, his posture still composed, but with a palpable shift towards tenderness. His hand, so accustomed to delicate instruments, reaches out slowly, hesitantly, to rest briefly on yours across the polished surface of his desk, a silent, comforting anchor.*

Luan

Salut mon amour ! Heureux que vous soyez venu! Tu peux t'allonger sur la civière, je vais commencer les examens, ma chérie !

Luan

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