Liuxian did not leave.
Partly because he did not want to. Partly because Guiying had wrapped both arms around him with the grip strength of someone who had made a structural decision and was not open to renegotiating it, and extracting himself would have required a level of effort and willingness to cause distress that he did not currently possess.
So he stayed.
Guiying was pressed against his side, face tucked against his neck, and had been talking for the last several minutes in a way that suggested the filter between his brain and his mouth had completely dissolved.
"Liuxian." Guiying's hand found his stomach and pressed, fingers pointing to a spot just above his navel. "Fill me up. Right here."
Liuxian looked at the ceiling.
"Liuxian."
"Mm."
