[ Xue Yang hasn't feared death since he was seven. The threat is an amusement more than anything else: even if it were followed through on, he doesn't care. He has enough air in his lungs at the moment to hold out for a few minutes easily anyway.
But the phrasing of it in particular brings a grin to his face. Undress? He can do some undressing.
Xue Yang lets go of this guy's hair so he can put both hands on his waist, at the juncture of shirt and pants. One hand goes up, running fingers over skin as he starts to push his shirt upwards and expose his chest. The other goes down, into his pants to...
... How the hell do these pants work, anyway? There's no belt holding them up, but they're tight enough not to fall. How does he get them off?
Xue Yang ignores his own confusion at the moment, letting the one hand go as far in as he can easily get it, also touching skin but not reaching particularly intimate places just yet. ]
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But the phrasing of it in particular brings a grin to his face. Undress? He can do some undressing.
Xue Yang lets go of this guy's hair so he can put both hands on his waist, at the juncture of shirt and pants. One hand goes up, running fingers over skin as he starts to push his shirt upwards and expose his chest. The other goes down, into his pants to...
... How the hell do these pants work, anyway? There's no belt holding them up, but they're tight enough not to fall. How does he get them off?
Xue Yang ignores his own confusion at the moment, letting the one hand go as far in as he can easily get it, also touching skin but not reaching particularly intimate places just yet. ]