[How can he pull away when the attention feels so good? He is accustomed to his hand aching and throbbing, but under Xingchen's care, the muscles are relaxed. His fingers curl almost naturally and his forehead furrows in wonder at the sensation.]
Wouldn't you? [No, Xiao Xingchen wouldn't. He would rise above it all somehow. Xue Yang isn't that good. However just as those dark thoughts are threatening to drag him back under, Xiao Xingchen - the man who apprehended him - says something downright...sassy?]
You're getting cocky. [And, frankly, he likes it. He smiles a little, reluctantly.] You'll have to show me. I'd almost rather give you my arm than my trust.
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Wouldn't you? [No, Xiao Xingchen wouldn't. He would rise above it all somehow. Xue Yang isn't that good. However just as those dark thoughts are threatening to drag him back under, Xiao Xingchen - the man who apprehended him - says something downright...sassy?]
You're getting cocky. [And, frankly, he likes it. He smiles a little, reluctantly.] You'll have to show me. I'd almost rather give you my arm than my trust.