[Xiao Xingchen half-considers moving from Xue Yang and breaking the contact. Just what are the two of them doing in this game? Clearly Xue Yang isn't too troubled by needing to use the maid cafe's conceit to emulate something even close to the affection they used to share, and not forcing him out just means Xue Yang gets what he wants, whether the affection itself or his foot in the door to mess with Xiao Xingchen's emotions again.
Yet he's rooted to the spot by the warmth he also missed.
That should be all the more reason to scoot along the seat away from Xue Yang and not indulge this much, but before he can force himself to, he feels the man's lips on his own, the taste of the sweet cake on them.
He makes a faint, surprised sound into the kiss, suddenly feeling light and melting into it in spite of himself. Now that the two of them don't around every day, he feels like this much less often. It doesn't matter, anymore at least. It's only a matter of the body. Whatever happens to the body isn't important—just... he knows, knows he is making this too easy for Xue Yang, making him feel that both of them still want to bring back what they once had.
That's when he manages to pull himself away and whip his head away from Xue Yang, his face already flushing pink up to his ears.]
I-If you're finished, I'll take that...
[His hand shoots out to grab the cleared plate, ready to hurry off again.]
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Yet he's rooted to the spot by the warmth he also missed.
That should be all the more reason to scoot along the seat away from Xue Yang and not indulge this much, but before he can force himself to, he feels the man's lips on his own, the taste of the sweet cake on them.
He makes a faint, surprised sound into the kiss, suddenly feeling light and melting into it in spite of himself. Now that the two of them don't around every day, he feels like this much less often. It doesn't matter, anymore at least. It's only a matter of the body. Whatever happens to the body isn't important—just... he knows, knows he is making this too easy for Xue Yang, making him feel that both of them still want to bring back what they once had.
That's when he manages to pull himself away and whip his head away from Xue Yang, his face already flushing pink up to his ears.]
I-If you're finished, I'll take that...
[His hand shoots out to grab the cleared plate, ready to hurry off again.]