"Would I really break up with you over this scar?" Feng Wanting asked.
"You never know." Pei Yang raised his hand and lightly wiped the sweat brought on by pain from his temple. "If I get old and lose my looks one day, will Director Feng kick me aside and find himself a new young boy?"
With a helpless look, Feng Wanting spread ointment over the gauze, pressed it against Pei Yang's chest, and wrapped it around him, turn after turn. "Before I met you, I didn't think I liked men. Besides, I'm so much older than you. Shouldn't I be the one worrying about that?"
"...True." Pei Yang tilted his head and gave him a wicked grin. "With our age gap, I really ought to address you respectfully as Uncle Feng."
"..." Feng Wanting really wanted to glue Pei Yang's mouth shut. But seeing him so lively reminded him that just a few days ago, Pei Yang had only been able to lie quietly and weakly in bed. Suddenly, he wanted him to talk more, no matter what he said.
"No more bringing up age." Feng Wanting glanced down at Pei Yang without stopping what he was doing, tying the gauze into a bow over his chest. "When you were doing everything you could to seduce me and lure me into bed, I didn't see you complaining about my age."
"That's not a complaint." Pei Yang sighed at Feng Wanting's lack of romance. He wouldn't even let him use these flirty, unusual pet names that could spice up their relationship.
Once Feng Wanting finally finished changing his dressing with his somewhat clumsy technique, Pei Yang looked expectantly at the lunch he had brought back.
The odds of it being spicy crayfish weren't great, but Pei Yang had realized that