[Xiao Xingchen takes the pot and the rice over to the sink, since he was told the water would come out from there. Yet his mind wanders to the feeling of the hand over his, rather than the--
Suddenly, he stops, bending at the waist over the side of the sink. He'd been too preoccupied thinking that he bumped into the side of the sink! Not very fast, and he only bent at the slightest incline, but... it's still terribly embarrassing! Why did he do that?
At least he's turned away from the other man, as he feels his face flush. Hopefully the man didn't notice, anyway. Now he just has to fumble around for the knobs before finally turning the water on.
He almost wishes he was alone at this very moment.]
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Suddenly, he stops, bending at the waist over the side of the sink. He'd been too preoccupied thinking that he bumped into the side of the sink! Not very fast, and he only bent at the slightest incline, but... it's still terribly embarrassing! Why did he do that?
At least he's turned away from the other man, as he feels his face flush. Hopefully the man didn't notice, anyway. Now he just has to fumble around for the knobs before finally turning the water on.
He almost wishes he was alone at this very moment.]