[Asking his question, Xue Yang wonders whether it may not be better to just let it go. Still, he is curious, because he's not quite sure what he may want to say. Not quite sure what to expect.
What he does know is that there is nothing like this feeling. His body, naturally, is yearning for more, but his mind, his soul? He is happy to lay here quietly, focusing on the feel of Xingchen's hand in his hair. He is not quite aware of his own smile, but it is there nonetheless, softer than his smile usually is. It's the closest he can feel to peacefulness.]
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[Asking his question, Xue Yang wonders whether it may not be better to just let it go. Still, he is curious, because he's not quite sure what he may want to say. Not quite sure what to expect.
What he does know is that there is nothing like this feeling. His body, naturally, is yearning for more, but his mind, his soul? He is happy to lay here quietly, focusing on the feel of Xingchen's hand in his hair. He is not quite aware of his own smile, but it is there nonetheless, softer than his smile usually is. It's the closest he can feel to peacefulness.]