[Xiao Xingchen resolved himself to accept it for a moment, but the feverish heat spreads through him again, just after it had been cooled somewhat. His body already seems to be trying to work Xue Yang back to hardness, his hips moving back and forth as much as the weight above him and floor below him will allow. After trying his best to keep an indifferent air around Xue Yang, his body has definitely betrayed him.
It should be fine, after all—the matter of the rest of the body has nothing to do with the heart. Still, he can't help but squirm in embarrassment, letting himself enjoy the result of Xue Yang's trickery too much. He isn't nearly as angered as he should be, uncaring act or not, and he can't let Xue Yang make up more things about him...
He manages to forcibly turn his head away, baring his neck now instead.]
Xue Yang...
[The firm, chiding tone he wished for in his voice isn't there, sounding more like a breathless whine as his chest heaves.]
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It should be fine, after all—the matter of the rest of the body has nothing to do with the heart. Still, he can't help but squirm in embarrassment, letting himself enjoy the result of Xue Yang's trickery too much. He isn't nearly as angered as he should be, uncaring act or not, and he can't let Xue Yang make up more things about him...
He manages to forcibly turn his head away, baring his neck now instead.]
Xue Yang...
[The firm, chiding tone he wished for in his voice isn't there, sounding more like a breathless whine as his chest heaves.]