[The sound from the light splash of water has Xiao Xingchen turn his gaze from the magnificent waterfall back to Xue Yang. While he raises a brow with a curious look, he quickly figures that the man must be trying to stay awake. Xiao Xingchen felt ready to doze off as well on Xue Yang's shoulder, exhausted after so long without such intense fucking. They should regain their senses after a dip in the cold water...
He reaches over the side of the boat, fingertips barely dipping past the surface of the water, creating small ripples in their wake. Looking down, he can see the bottom of the pool.]
We should wash off.
[Pushing against the stiffness in his legs, he tries to pull himself off Xue Yang's lap, his expression scrunching slightly in reluctance to actually have them part. He just needs to convince himself that he can at least stop this whenever he wants—or at least feels like he should.]
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He reaches over the side of the boat, fingertips barely dipping past the surface of the water, creating small ripples in their wake. Looking down, he can see the bottom of the pool.]
We should wash off.
[Pushing against the stiffness in his legs, he tries to pull himself off Xue Yang's lap, his expression scrunching slightly in reluctance to actually have them part. He just needs to convince himself that he can at least stop this whenever he wants—or at least feels like he should.]