Qin Yuheng settled him onto the bed, took his hand, and slowly pressed a soft kiss to it. "Getting to see you every day is enough."
Qin Yu had once made sweeping declarations of love to him too, but more often than not, all Yu Nian had felt was awkwardness.
He had always felt that their relationship hadn't reached the point where they could say such things.
Yet now, when Qin Yuheng said them, Yu Nian felt neither awkward nor put off.
He thought it was probably because Qin Yuheng always did more than he said, which made his words all the more convincing.
"Me too."
The tips of Yu Nian's ears flushed faintly red. He only looked down at his own hand, not daring to meet his eyes.
Every time, Yu Nian thought Qin Yuheng looked wonderful when he kissed his hand.
Like a gentleman, gentle and never overstepping, yet the warmth of his lips against the back of Yu Nian's hand always carried a hint of intimate heat.
That perfectly measured affection stayed entirely within what Yu Nian could accept, drawing him deeper into it.
So much so that he overlooked the raging waves concealed beneath that gentleness.
He had streamed for too long today and was already feeling sleepy, so he urged Qin Yuheng to hurry up and shower.
By now, he was almost used to sleeping in Qin Yuheng's arms at night. The moment Qin Yuheng got into bed after his shower, Yu Nian threw himself at him without a second thought and hugged him.
But that was all. Yu Nian seemed never to have considered any other possibilities.
Qin Yuheng's gaze darkened slightly, and he silently drew him into his arms.
Yu Nian nuzzled against his chest, his soft hair brushing the man's cheek with