Of course Xiao Xingchen can't only focus on what he told himself he'd listen for, no matter how he justifies not closing the communication. But he's suddenly alarmed for a whole other reason. The air feels thick around him, and heat creeps along his skin.

Just-- how could he have a reaction like this? Even if he knows by now how this place draws out desires that would never have existed otherwise, he once believed that he would have the decency to ignore or suppress them. Apparently not, as the sound of Song Lan's voice and each slap of skin against skin shoots straight down to his cock.

He finds himself leaning against the trunk of a tree, and his gaze darts around his immediate surroundings. Hearing nothing else approaching either... slowly, his hand slips down between his legs.

Even if it's hypocritical to hope that no one is also watching him in secret, he doesn't need to feel even more ashamed than he is right now.