[Xiao Xingchen almost wants to roll his eyes, if he could stoop to that. Not yet pushed to a point like that, he decides to continue as if he doesn't feel the gaze on him, trying to not feel conscious of the side of his chest peeking out from the gauzy fabric.]
Suit yourself, though I don't understand what the appeal could be.
[With the pan hot enough, he takes a scoop of the batter with his ladle and spreads it around the pan in a singled practiced motion. Not even a single drop falls where it shouldn't as the thin layer quickly fluffs up while it cooks. The air fills with the warm baked and buttery scent, and he also wonders if the aphrodisiac can affect them this way.]
Were you watching me... even when I couldn't see?
[Is it just the shape of this robe? Or during those times that Xue Yang sat by the side while Xiao Xingchen cooked like this, did he also find this so interesting? He can't help but idly wonder.]
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Suit yourself, though I don't understand what the appeal could be.
[With the pan hot enough, he takes a scoop of the batter with his ladle and spreads it around the pan in a singled practiced motion. Not even a single drop falls where it shouldn't as the thin layer quickly fluffs up while it cooks. The air fills with the warm baked and buttery scent, and he also wonders if the aphrodisiac can affect them this way.]
Were you watching me... even when I couldn't see?
[Is it just the shape of this robe? Or during those times that Xue Yang sat by the side while Xiao Xingchen cooked like this, did he also find this so interesting? He can't help but idly wonder.]