[A scandalized giggle is all he gets at the question. It's not as if Shi Qingxuan has ever gotten close to doing anything as risque as that, and not for the lack of trying. It's just too much work.]
Ah... Teasing, biting. Cages, for some reason. [He starts to list what his memory can conjure at such short notice, flicking the card to life when it proves to be too much effort. When his hand slides down, his grip is not unlike that on a rice wine bottle, the heel of his palm cradling the base of Xue Yang's hardness while his middle finger pads the soft, sensitive skin of his perineum.]
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Ah... Teasing, biting. Cages, for some reason. [He starts to list what his memory can conjure at such short notice, flicking the card to life when it proves to be too much effort. When his hand slides down, his grip is not unlike that on a rice wine bottle, the heel of his palm cradling the base of Xue Yang's hardness while his middle finger pads the soft, sensitive skin of his perineum.]