Qi Yunheng held Xiao Yu in his arms, with only their thin bathing robes between them.
At that moment, his arms around Xiao Yu felt as though they had been thrust into a blazing furnace.
They burned.
The heat reached straight into his heart, making it tremble uncontrollably.
He could clearly feel Xiao Yu's warmth and the texture of his skin.
He gently laid him on the bed, then fetched a towel to dry the droplets from his body.
His gaze shifted slightly aside, not daring to linger on him.
But because he was not looking, his hands kept brushing against Xiao Yu's body by accident.
Xiao Yu's breath caught.
At last, he could not bear it any longer. He caught Qi Yunheng's wandering hand and took the towel from him, his voice slightly hoarse. "A-Heng... I'll do it myself."
If he let Qi Yunheng keep drying him, desire would consume him.
Qi Yunheng's hand stilled. He turned his gaze back and met Xiao Yu's eyes.
Seeing the desire that flashed through them, his breathing grew heavier, and his own eyes darkened slightly.
He clasped Xiao Yu's hand, his lips parting as he spoke with a trace of plaintive pleading. "An An... it hurts."
Xiao Yu froze for a moment at his words.
When he understood, a blush swiftly spread across his face.
His gaze flickered involuntarily.
His heart pounded wildly.
He stole a glance at Qi Yunheng, then lowered his eyes and swallowed. "Should I..."
"Help you with my hand?"
At his words, Qi Yunheng's breathing suddenly quickened.
His face flushed crimson.
His lashes trembled, and he answered softly, "Mm..."
In an instant, the room filled with intimate warmth.
Outside the window, the breeze brushed gently past, and the pristine snow glittered beneath the clear moonlight.
The next day.