[ The gesture is a little odd--Xiao Xingchen normally doesn't need something as obvious as holding hands to follow someone--but Xue Yang finds he's already taken the extended hand with his right anyway. Physical contact is much more common here than it was back where they came from, and Xiao Xingchen has always seemed adaptable, so there's no reason to think he wouldn't go ahead and adapt. Xue Yang has already had one of Xiao Xingchen's hands on his dick after all, so a bit of contact like this is practically nothing worth noting. ]
It's this way.
[ And he leads him into the maze.
They make their way through for a little while, with Xue Yang occasionally describing one wall of flowers or another as they walk by and the overwhelming fragrance in the air cycles through its various smells appropriately. Some of the flower varieties are familiar, most are not, and even of the ones he recognizes Xue Yang doesn't necessarily remember their proper names. So a lot of his explanations are limited to physical descriptions: colors, gradients, sorts of petals, and the like. Each explanation is casual, as if he's not actually specifically describing things to a blind man but rather just rambling about whatever he sees for the sake of hearing himself talk.
They're deep in the maze, several twists and turns in, when Xue Yang pauses his steps. ]
Daozhang, we can go left or right here. One of them eventually goes to the middle and the other is wrong. It's no fun if you don't pick your route and get lost at least a little bit, right?
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It's this way.
[ And he leads him into the maze.
They make their way through for a little while, with Xue Yang occasionally describing one wall of flowers or another as they walk by and the overwhelming fragrance in the air cycles through its various smells appropriately. Some of the flower varieties are familiar, most are not, and even of the ones he recognizes Xue Yang doesn't necessarily remember their proper names. So a lot of his explanations are limited to physical descriptions: colors, gradients, sorts of petals, and the like. Each explanation is casual, as if he's not actually specifically describing things to a blind man but rather just rambling about whatever he sees for the sake of hearing himself talk.
They're deep in the maze, several twists and turns in, when Xue Yang pauses his steps. ]
Daozhang, we can go left or right here. One of them eventually goes to the middle and the other is wrong. It's no fun if you don't pick your route and get lost at least a little bit, right?