Xichen's soft shocked 'A-Yao' at the way he's speaking to Mingjue is impossible to stop, the flush on his skin deepening under Mingjue's gaze before he drops his eyes again. But the words have his head jerking back up, his mouth going dry enough that he swallows hard.

"Da-Ge..." It's a whisper, his fingers finding Guangyao's hips. trying to steady himself with the contact, Xichen unable to look away from Mingjue.