[There is no teasing in his tone, only sincerity. He really doesn't know what Xue Yang means.
But then there's a hand on his face again, touching more intimately now, and a softer voice, and Xingchen complies. His mouth opens amd before he can wonder too much about what this could mean, another orange slice is pressed into his mouth.
Except, this time, it's accompanied by Xue Yang's face so close to his own. This is...
His teeth and tongue take hold of the orange slice and pull it entirely into his mouth. Xingchen can tell that one half of it is a little wet from where it's been between Xue Yang's lips, but that thought is quickly forgotten as he chews and eats it.
And then, with the taste of the juice still fresh in his mouth, he presses his lips to Xue Yang's.]
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[There is no teasing in his tone, only sincerity. He really doesn't know what Xue Yang means.
But then there's a hand on his face again, touching more intimately now, and a softer voice, and Xingchen complies. His mouth opens amd before he can wonder too much about what this could mean, another orange slice is pressed into his mouth.
Except, this time, it's accompanied by Xue Yang's face so close to his own. This is...
His teeth and tongue take hold of the orange slice and pull it entirely into his mouth. Xingchen can tell that one half of it is a little wet from where it's been between Xue Yang's lips, but that thought is quickly forgotten as he chews and eats it.
And then, with the taste of the juice still fresh in his mouth, he presses his lips to Xue Yang's.]