The warmth feels as good as when Xiao Xingchen held his hand. His eyelids almost fall shut, but he forces himself to stay on guard. This is the man who tied him up and imprisoned him. It might seem dramatic to other people, however Xue Yang is always prepared to be hit or stabbed or dragged off.

That's just his life. Feeling good rarely factors into it and yet Xiao Xingchen has brought him relief twice now.

"So you like a lot of hair?"

It would be so easy to turn that into something kinky, but he refrains. For once.

"I'd like to wash yours too."