[Xiao Xingchen leans back to push through Xue Yang's arms. Sitting across Xue Yang's hips as he's still inside, Xiao Xingchen's expression can't help but betray a bit of his discomfort.]
Indeed... we can do anything, but we shouldn't waste the day in bed.
[That "we" in this moment sounds strange to his own ears, but he has no time to think of that right now.
He holds onto Xue Yang, his fingers brushing against where the bone is most prominent, trying to have a hold as he slowly starts to ease himself off of Xue Yang. Another moan slips from his lips, his body showing a displeasure at having to get off at all. Still, he keeps raising his own painfully sore hips.]
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Indeed... we can do anything, but we shouldn't waste the day in bed.
[That "we" in this moment sounds strange to his own ears, but he has no time to think of that right now.
He holds onto Xue Yang, his fingers brushing against where the bone is most prominent, trying to have a hold as he slowly starts to ease himself off of Xue Yang. Another moan slips from his lips, his body showing a displeasure at having to get off at all. Still, he keeps raising his own painfully sore hips.]
Could you help me with breakfast, then?