Zixin afraid of Yuxuan

Twisting his tongue inside, LingYun straightened up and held his jaw to check if any malfunction had transpired. Dropped his butt on Zixin's abdomen, LingYun scrubbed Zixin's hot hair, which was wicked because of the sweat.

Not a gentle rub but a fierce one, which annoyed already mad Zixin.

"Stop it!"

Zixin shrieked, dodging his hand.

Sending a gratifying look at Zixin's dry hair, which now looks fresh among his tired and furious raging face, LingYun's lips curled into a lovely smile and complimented, "Nice!"

Zixin nudged his elbow, leaving him to fall on the bed. He got off the bed and dressed himself up.

LingYun's face ruffled as disappointment landed. Staying at the drop-off point, LingYun looked at Zixin dressing himself up in a rush, and he also noticed tears streaming down his cheeks that didn't give a sign of the end.

"Why are you crying? Don't you like that?"