Xiao is acutely aware of every breath he takes. His heart is a drum in his ears, beating against his chest— and his presence in your chambers makes him feel all the more fervent.

Xiao doesn't dare to speak; he can't bring himself to utter a word when he can feel your gaze upon him. All he can is kneel, and hope that it pleases you. He waits for you to speak, his fingers trembling against his knees.