Peeking shyly over the top of his sleeves, Huaisang keeps his nose covered, watching Doul to make sure he means this.

Nodding agreement, Huaisang lowers his sleeves a little farther, breath coming in quick little gasps of anxious anticipation. He bites down on his lower lip, then suckles on it to soothe the sting, eyes never leaving Doul's face.