So he was on to something. That flushed face, the eagerness in his eyes. Plain to see. Not only was he eager for approval, he also got off on humiliation. Not that surprising, given everything he had witnessed. He moved his hand, quickly, slapping Wen Chao with the fan again. Not too hard, but it should sting a little. "Manners, A-Chao. I'm your gege. Mind how you speak to me."

He shook his head and then, using the fan, he pulled the boxers down, the tip of the fan scraping against Wen Chao's thigh. He watched the reveal and then, obviously, dragged his fan along the erect length. "Your penis is--"

Drawing it out, he pursed his lips, finally lifting his shoulders a little. "--unremarkable. I've certainly seen worse. Not entirely a disappointment, A-Chao."