[He should be used to Xue Yang's flirtations by now, but they still affect him. He bows his head, feeling his cheeks flush.
Moments pass and the refreshing zest of the orange hits his nose, as well. This one really does smell good. Xingchen's tongue sneaks out to lick his lips of its own accord, but then there's an orange slice pressed against those same lips and he opens his mouth obediently.
It is sweet, with a little shock of tartness, but nothing overwhelming. Just the right amount. He finishes the slice and licks his lips again.]
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Moments pass and the refreshing zest of the orange hits his nose, as well. This one really does smell good. Xingchen's tongue sneaks out to lick his lips of its own accord, but then there's an orange slice pressed against those same lips and he opens his mouth obediently.
It is sweet, with a little shock of tartness, but nothing overwhelming. Just the right amount. He finishes the slice and licks his lips again.]
It is good.