Mingjue was thrown, well and solidly, and for a moment he simply stared at A-Yao in bafflement.

"I did what?"

Because while the information that receiving was uniquely pleasurable was something to consider for later, it also wasn't surprising. Not if so many people did it.

He trained literally every morning without a shirt. Certainly he had realized there were those who liked to visit and watch, he wasn't an idiot, but, "I was busy. I didn't make time for that kind of thing, and it wouldn't have been right otherwise. But surely I didn't—you? Really?"