[Something's stirring deep inside Huaisang as he stares up Xue Yang's intense face, an unfamiliar flutter of excitement he can't explain. Maybe it's all the aphro-laced food he's been eating lately. Or maybe he's had idle sexual fantasies about chased, captured, and pinned down similar to this. But even with the pain shooting from his injured ankle, there's a small part of him that doesn't feel nearly as upset over this outcome as he ought to be. His eyes narrow with a sharp, clear focus as the mask he's worn for years starts to slip.
That is, until Xue Yang pulls his hair.
A sudden, very loud yelp escapes him followed by an even louder dismayed wail. The cold, calculating glint is gone, replaced what appears to be mindless fear. Huaisang's head shakes desperately as he squirms and bucks under Xue Yang in what appears to be almost cartoonish hysterics.]
No! Don't pull my hair! It hurts! It hurts! I don't know anything else! I swear, I don't! Let me go! Let me go!
[With every words, Huaisang's voice raises in volume and pitch until he's essentially shrieking right in Xue Yang's face.]
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That is, until Xue Yang pulls his hair.
A sudden, very loud yelp escapes him followed by an even louder dismayed wail. The cold, calculating glint is gone, replaced what appears to be mindless fear. Huaisang's head shakes desperately as he squirms and bucks under Xue Yang in what appears to be almost cartoonish hysterics.]
No! Don't pull my hair! It hurts! It hurts! I don't know anything else! I swear, I don't! Let me go! Let me go!
[With every words, Huaisang's voice raises in volume and pitch until he's essentially shrieking right in Xue Yang's face.]