[Xiao Xingchen smooths his hands against whatever else he can reach, absently tracing over the scars and the lines of his muscles as he moves downwards.
In the moments that pass in silence, his thoughts stray towards Xue Yang and the life that he must have lived. From Xue Yang's reaction to the question before, he certainly doesn't want to tell him any more about it, but Xiao Xingchen finds himself curious once again.
Maybe in time, he'll hear more. After all, he's not living with a disguise, but the actual Xue Yang, with less and less to hide.]
Is that clean enough? Most of it didn't end up on you, after all.
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In the moments that pass in silence, his thoughts stray towards Xue Yang and the life that he must have lived. From Xue Yang's reaction to the question before, he certainly doesn't want to tell him any more about it, but Xiao Xingchen finds himself curious once again.
Maybe in time, he'll hear more. After all, he's not living with a disguise, but the actual Xue Yang, with less and less to hide.]
Is that clean enough? Most of it didn't end up on you, after all.