Feng Ze tossed his phone aside, lay down, and wrapped his arms around Tao Zhiyan.
Tao Zhiyan struggled a little in his sleep. Without even opening his eyes, he pleaded, "No more..."
"We're not doing it." Feng Ze's voice was a little hoarse as he answered, muffled, "Just holding you."
Tao Zhiyan had nearly fallen asleep, but at those words, he forced his eyes open again.
It was four or five in the morning, and the sky was no longer quite so dark.
In the faint light, Tao Zhiyan thought Feng Ze's eyes looked a little red.
He had no idea what had happened. He stared groggily at Feng Ze, his mind heavy with sleep. "...What's wrong?"
At the question, Feng Ze threw himself forward and hugged Tao Zhiyan tightly.
He buried his head in the crook of Tao Zhiyan's neck and rubbed his forehead against him. "Nothing."
Tao Zhiyan had just opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his eyelids began to droop.
Then his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
Even after feeling Tao Zhiyan fall asleep, Feng Ze didn't let go.
He held him tightly and called, "Tao Zhiyan."
Then he said, "Can you please not leave?"
Who knew what the man beneath him was dreaming about now? He kept mumbling, "No more. I really can't take it..."
As he spoke, he whined and pretended to cry.
All noise, not a single tear.
Tao Zhiyan had used that very trick to make him stop earlier.
The mood was ruined.
Feng Ze pinched Tao Zhiyan's cheek.
You dirty little peach.
Then he propped himself up on his arms and watched Tao Zhiyan.
Tao Zhiyan was so well-behaved when he slept, lying on his back against the pillow, completely unguarded.
Every so often, he wrinkled his nose.