With the practised hand of someone who had been a pocket thief before, Xue Yang got the keys out of Meng Yao's pocket. He stopped by his door, holding him cradled against his chest and unlocking it. Then, once they were inside, he dutifully took his boots off before he walked further into the house. Only to them drop Meng Yao down onto the sofa and get on top of him right away, hands on either side of his shoulders as he looked down at him.

Pressed against each other like that, there was no denying that they were both finding this situation very arousing. "Do you like me, xiao Yao?" He asked it teasingly. "I've been wondering..."