[ Xue Yang doesn't think he would be able to tell if his ass is already slick or not, so he doesn't have any evidence that said naturally-occuring slick is indeed not there.
It feels a little strange when Xiao Xingchen sticks the finger in, but it's only when the second goes in that he gives a small unconscious clench. It's not because of the pain--there is a bit of pain, but even if he were the sort of person bothered by it it's probably not enough that he'd say anything--but it's more because it's weird. He was expecting it to feel better than that, but right now it just feels weird. ]
That's your fingers, daozhang?
[ He thinks so but he's not sure, and it's hard to turn and see from here. There's no waver or hint of pain or discomfort in his voice. ]
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It feels a little strange when Xiao Xingchen sticks the finger in, but it's only when the second goes in that he gives a small unconscious clench. It's not because of the pain--there is a bit of pain, but even if he were the sort of person bothered by it it's probably not enough that he'd say anything--but it's more because it's weird. He was expecting it to feel better than that, but right now it just feels weird. ]
That's your fingers, daozhang?
[ He thinks so but he's not sure, and it's hard to turn and see from here. There's no waver or hint of pain or discomfort in his voice. ]