Wooden Figurine

To cover up the pain he had suddenly shown, Fang Xiao claimed he had a bit of a headache and wanted to rest.

Yu Xing helped his "weak" brother back to Fang Xiao's bedroom.

Fang Xiao took off his coat and lay down on the bed. Yu Xing tucked him in, smoothed the blanket, then sat beside him and checked his forehead.

"You don't have a fever or anything..."

Fang Xiao kept his eyes open and turned his head to look at him expectantly.

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow. "?"

"I've never had my younger brother take care of me before." Fang Xiao tried to take it all in, as though looking hard enough would help him remember how he felt at this moment.

"I wouldn't exactly call this taking care of you." Yu Xing paused for two seconds, then furrowed his brow slightly. "Brother, think carefully. Could the headache be because you have to control such a big town?"

"...Maybe." Fang Xiao's dark eyes shifted. "So now that you're back, you can take half the 'work' off my hands, can't you?"

"I..." Yu Xing's breath caught. By rights, he should have said that since he'd decided to stay, he'd do his best to help and share the burden.

But Yu Xing merely tucked Fang Xiao in again—a gesture that wasn't necessary.

Fang Xiao's hand started to move beneath the blanket, but Yu Xing pressed it down. He didn't use much force, so Fang Xiao let him. His expression gradually turned strange. "You hesitated?"

Yu Xing lowered his head. His loose bangs fell across his brow, obscuring his expression in shadow.

Fang Xiao narrowed his eyes and tensed his arm, as if he were about to push himself upright.

"Brother."

Yu Xing's low voice stopped Fang Xiao mid-motion, like someone