[Shi Qingxuan dips his head just enough to hide the tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. This kiss hits differently, the press of warm lips on his heated face sending a jolt of sensation down his spine. Has he always been that starved for kindness.

He's aware for the first time since being roused awake of his own nudity, save for the sheets he's tangled in. Instinctively, he draws his knees to his chest, laying on his side still against Huaisang. Once the self consciousness wears off, he tilts his head back to meet Huaisang's eyes, too excited with realization to stay still.]

Ah, that man!

[There is the matter of returning Huaisang's sweet words in kind, but first things first.]

He's disappeared before, and then turned up once again, just like you! But he does not seem to remember much from his first stay... Was I etched that intricately into your memory, my young lord?

[He is absolutely teasing him, tugging him closer by the sheet around his waist.]