Sleeping together

Qie Xieling sucked in a breath of cold air as those cool fingertips touched his lips. He felt so guilty that he couldn't look into Luo Muchen's eyes.

After Luo Muchen was done Qie Xieling lowered his head like a wolf pup. If he had fluffy ears they would be drooping right now. Luo Muchen hummed softly passing the tube of ointment to him.

Qie Xieling accepted it with a soft, "Oh," before squeezing some on his fingers. He gently pinched Luo Muchen's chin and raised his head slightly.

Because of the dim light, Qie Xieling couldn't see clearly so he had to shuffle a little closer. He only stopped moving when their knees were touching. With a feather-light touch, Qie Xieling asked, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Muchen hummed a response as he shook his head his gaze transfixed on Qie Xieling. His breathing was unsteady and the word hot echoed in his mind. That's because he felt like the fingers touching his lips were extremely hot, so hot that they would melt him away.