[Xiao Xingchen pulls his fingers out, water washing over them again. His first instinct is to reject it—isn't that why he said he'd take care of it himself in the first place? But his fingers are shorter like this, and he did usually ask for help before... and it shouldn't be that much left.
So this isn't just because he managed to arouse himself again already.]
Alright, I... might need your help. But be careful...
[He moves his hand out of the way, pressing more against Xue Yang and gripping his shoulder tighter as if to brace himself.]
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So this isn't just because he managed to arouse himself again already.]
Alright, I... might need your help. But be careful...
[He moves his hand out of the way, pressing more against Xue Yang and gripping his shoulder tighter as if to brace himself.]