[ By the time Xiao Xingchen collides with the hedge, Xue Yang has already stopped bothering to look over his shoulder--these rows are decently long and it's not like the flowers in front of them are any more interesting than the ones behind.

Thus, it's only when he feels the impact that Xue Yang startles slightly and turns again. ]

--Oh? You must be pretty distracted to make a mistake like that. Or did you forget to mind my ass? [ (and legs)

Xue Yang deliberately lowers his voice, both pitch and volume. ]

Daozhang, what are you thinking about, hm?