[Xiao Xingchen lets out another scoff, trembling with his breath while he tries to steady himself as he stands.
Even if being held from behind sparks a different kind of warmth in him, he has to bat down those thoughts. As with many things he does, the affection isn't out of true affection—it only happens to mess with him when he's already out of sorts.]
Isn't it easier for you by yourself...?
[Still, he sidles around the side of the shower to stand where Xue Yang did. Perhaps it's only right for him to help when asked, even if this is all just benefiting Xue Yang further.]
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Even if being held from behind sparks a different kind of warmth in him, he has to bat down those thoughts. As with many things he does, the affection isn't out of true affection—it only happens to mess with him when he's already out of sorts.]
Isn't it easier for you by yourself...?
[Still, he sidles around the side of the shower to stand where Xue Yang did. Perhaps it's only right for him to help when asked, even if this is all just benefiting Xue Yang further.]