[Aw he would never feed Xingchen a tongue! He knows that's disgusting. With a genuinely happy smile, Xue Yang rubs his cheek against Xingchen's hand, his breath puffing over his knuckles.]
I'll bring you something delicious.
[He helps Xingchen to a good place to sit and, quickly, places a kiss against the side of the man's head. Then he darts off to get their food, blushing harder than ever.]
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I'll bring you something delicious.
[He helps Xingchen to a good place to sit and, quickly, places a kiss against the side of the man's head. Then he darts off to get their food, blushing harder than ever.]