[Huaisang hums softly, satisfied with that response. Whether Xue Yang understands or acknowledges it, their ownership is mutual and he can live with that kind of arrangement. The vines are holding him fast so he can't move around too much but he can certainly let out sharp gasps and arch eagerly into those bites. The thought alone of being marked from head to toe by his new pet is an exciting one.]
Looking forward to it.
[If Huaisang had a hand free, he'd stroke Xue Yang's hair for being such a good dog.]
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Looking forward to it.
[If Huaisang had a hand free, he'd stroke Xue Yang's hair for being such a good dog.]