There's a slightly sharp lift of his head and a little raise of his eyebrows, blinking behind the sash out of habit before a soft pink flushed through his cheeks.
"I'm glad."
A soft hum . . . truth be told it made him gag and triggered his flight or fight instinct whenever his past conquests tried to stake a claim to him.
But with Xingchen? It fills him with delight. How he wants the other to be just as obsessed.
"I like it."
He watches how the cultivator’s face falls before quickly correcting whatever assumption he’s making in his mind.
“I just didn’t think I was worthy. I’ve never been courted before.”
He pauses for a moment, gauging to see if he was joking only to realise that he wasn’t. It makes his stomach churn with both delight and guilt.
“You think this one is worthy of being courted?”
“One would think that you were courting me.”
He’s reaching out to grasp that wrist firmly before bringing it to his lips to give his palm the lightest of kisses.
"Well, you liked getting the last one... and I liked that you liked it."
Gently securing it in place and brushing his fingers against it, checking he didnt put it on backwards.
“It was a pick up line. You know. . .”
Wow he’s going to have to find a way to explain this one. But he’s quickly distracted by the little gift.
“Hey, this one matches yours. This is the second gift you’ve given me. Are you trying to pamper me?”
What a shame because the touch alone is a little exciting despite his experience.
“Oh wow, daozhang, I can assure you that that’s not a sword in my robe and I am indeed happy to see you.”