[After washing everything quickly but thoroughly, Xiao Xingchen puts everything in its proper place before turning around. An idea comes to mind that isn't very much like their usual routine back home, and yet, he doesn't mind it. At least now he isn't doing this instead of speaking-- besides, this change to their old lives isn't one he minds at all.

With a smile, he taps at the tip of his finger at the corner of his lips.]

If you'll be certain to take good care of yourself, and not do anything dangerous, I will also give you something else to... taste...

[No, he didn't manage to say that with a straight face, the line of his lips wiggling as he suppresses a laugh and a flush crawls over his face. Still, he might feel sad if that wasn't at least a little smooth.

Will his friend give him any face?]