In the dimly lit room, a lone figure, XiaoYing, finds solace in self-pleasure. With no prying eyes, he confidently strokes his throbbing member, his hand gliding up and down the length with practiced ease. His breath hitches as he teases the sensitive tip, a bead of pre-cum forming. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of his hand meeting flesh, the only audience his own raging hormones and the reflection in the mirror.