The Old Madman

Lu Zhi was asleep beside him, silver strands of hair draping over Shen Ranxin's shoulder, his strong arm hooked around Shen Ranxin's waist.

Shen Ranxin tried to get up, but whenever he moved, Lu Zhi's hand tightened instinctively.

He looked helplessly at the ceiling and said, "Baby, why are you so clingy?"

Lu Zhi opened his eyes. His pale irises were veiled by long, straight lashes, making the emotion in them impossible to read. "Tired."

"...When are you going to stop popping out one word at a time?" Shen Ranxin blinked. "It's cute when you do it, but it can't go on like this..."

Lu Zhi nuzzled against his neck. "Not going."

Shen Ranxin did not understand what he meant. Just as he was about to turn and ask, Lu Zhi released his waist, turned over, and wrapped his head in a pillow.

"...?"

Shen Ranxin leaned over and tugged Lu Zhi's face out of the pillow. "What does that mean? Are you angry?"

Without a word, Lu Zhi snatched the pillow back and wrapped himself up again.

Shen Ranxin did not know whether to laugh or cry and could only coax him. "I never said you were annoying, baby. Don't be mad, okay?"

Lu Zhi stuck out his butt and shoved Shen Ranxin away.

"Fine, I was wrong, okay?" Shen Ranxin's fingers slid down from Lu Zhi's temple, gently brushing over the sensitive rim of his ear. His breath was warm and fragrant as he murmured, "Can you forgive your little Brother Shen?"

Lu Zhi: "..."

The next moment, Shen Ranxin was pinned beneath Lu Zhi, who licked at his neck like a giant dog.

"Hiss, that tickles. Stop messing around." Shen Ranxin pushed Lu Zhi away with his elbow. "I really have something important to do. Once I'm