"What are we talking about if not me having sex with Xue Yang?" Huaisang asks, then blushes and ducks his head because of how it sounds. "Wei-xiong."

He's embarrassed because he thought this conversation would go differently--he's not sure how he expected it to go--and now he's not sure how to explain himself or what he wants. Keeping his eyes shyly lowered, he plays with the strands of hair that fall beside his face. "I want to see him again. He made me feel... special. Precious."