His eyes are intent, but never overbearing. There isn't a single shred of coldness in his gaze. His round, dark eyes shrink into inverted crescents. He continues gazing at me, holding me close like he's so afraid I'll leave. A spot on his cheek caves in, showing his trademark dimple.

"Don't look at me like that..." I whisper, feeling my insides melt under his gentle gaze.

"Like?" he asks, eyes widening in surprise but his lips still curved.

"Like..." I avoid his eyes, cowering from him with my head bowed.

"Like what?" he murmured, expression growing thoughtful and worried.

"Like," I manage to force out my throat, the words shaking with embarrassment and uncertainty, "I mean so much to you."

He freezes momentarily, processing the information. Then, his head tilts at an angle, as another of his sweet smiles returns to his face. 

"But you do," he leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine.

He breathes out every syllable softly,

"The entire world, even."

A/N : I've done it again: ended with a cheesy line. OTL I just couldn't help my Yixing feels... And I think I haven't written a drabble about him when he isn't the OC's little brother, so here it is.