[Xiao Xingchen sees that brief look unlike any he's seen before. Even when he chased Xue Yang, fighting him and eventually capturing him, Xiao Xingchen never saw the man wear an expression like that. He almost always had that grin, looking untroubled and above everyone else. Even seeing him with a childishly mad expression felt highly unusual for him. Right now, if it wasn't for the fact that he sensed no killing intent from Xue Yang, he would have felt the need to defend himself.
Pulled in close by the delicate outfit, he hears something rip but can't guess what it looks like now. The shock must have made his jaw slack; while he does nothing to return the kiss, he doesn't pull away or put up any resistance other than the tension that's taken hold. Xue Yang's mouth on his stifles a quiet, muffled noise from his own.
His mind races with Xue Yang's answer, but he can barely think like this...]
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Pulled in close by the delicate outfit, he hears something rip but can't guess what it looks like now. The shock must have made his jaw slack; while he does nothing to return the kiss, he doesn't pull away or put up any resistance other than the tension that's taken hold. Xue Yang's mouth on his stifles a quiet, muffled noise from his own.
His mind races with Xue Yang's answer, but he can barely think like this...]