"Good. You should be eager for it, Yao-ge. A-Yang wants you to want him." Xue Yang said it in a playful, almost childlike way, even if there was a wickedness to his grin that belied a darker and far less innocent mindset. He moved forward and kissed Meng Yao's lips, while the lift went down. "You want me to be yours, so you better wanna fuck."

Crude and cute was mixing in his vocabulary as well as his body language, a combination that he often exuded. "Think about it while we are out today. Yeah? You won't forget it?"