[Hesitating for a moment, Xiao Xingchen then unwraps his arms from around Xue Yang, still watching him for any sign of a sudden move. If Xue Yang decides that any bystander here would be a faster, more satisfying outlet for his anger, Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to be off of his guard.
He lets himself be tugged before keeping up with Xue Yang's pace, shoulders squared, only relaxing a little once they leave the auditorium.
That they're both going to that shop with the crude name still keeps him tense. He had so far avoided agreeing to payment outside of currency, if partially out of stubborn refusal to indulge Xue Yang too much.
How silly of himself, he realizes, as he goes to indulge him now in all his creative mechanisms and devices.]
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He lets himself be tugged before keeping up with Xue Yang's pace, shoulders squared, only relaxing a little once they leave the auditorium.
That they're both going to that shop with the crude name still keeps him tense. He had so far avoided agreeing to payment outside of currency, if partially out of stubborn refusal to indulge Xue Yang too much.
How silly of himself, he realizes, as he goes to indulge him now in all his creative mechanisms and devices.]