LingYun and Zixin's morning

Zixin's hazed eyes looked at LingYun picking out an ointment first and saw LingYun bracing his chest area mildly and carefully.

In a fleeting moment, aghast occupied Zixin's expression. LingYun made the love bite disclosed outside within just one tender smear.

"Didn't you cure this yesterday?" Asked Zixin, bewildered as puzzles.

"No, I just hid it for your safety."

Explained Lingyun. A smirk spoke for his intention as he applied ointment over that bitten wound on Zixin's chest.

Until LingYun bandaged the wound, Zixin's eyelashes refused to shut, as if leaving the Irish to adore LingYun's caring side, unlike the ruthless attitude.

"Finished!"

LingYun announced, closing the first-aid kid box and putting it on the sofa table.

"What's for hot water?" Zixin asked, pulling himself up to sit up.

LingYun pushed him back onto the sofa, getting hold of that hot water glass.

"Urk!"