[If anything, the other man doesn't flinch, chasing the bold tongue to suck the last of the wine off it. Shi Qingxuan only pulls back, lips reddened and damp, to tug at the hem of his robes, reclining as much as the wooden beam at his back allows him to.]
What can we strike off your list, pretty boy?
[If he's going to tumble with someone to stave off boredom, he might as well be productive about it. And chasing pleasure is the only acceptable form of productivity as far as Shi Qingxuan is involved.]
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What can we strike off your list, pretty boy?
[If he's going to tumble with someone to stave off boredom, he might as well be productive about it. And chasing pleasure is the only acceptable form of productivity as far as Shi Qingxuan is involved.]