Shao Ke first helped Yan Ningke bathe, ignoring his embarrassment as he washed him thoroughly inside and out, then carried him back to bed.
After wrapping him in the quilt, he left the bedroom and returned shortly afterward with two paper packets.
Yan Ningke craned his neck. "What's that?"
Shao Ke opened the packaging and applied the white medicinal poultices to his knees, saying in a low voice, "Keep these on properly. Don't let them fall off."
Yan Ningke touched them curiously. Sure enough, a burning warmth seeped into his blood vessels, easing the soreness.
When Shao Ke came out of the shower, Yan Ningke pulled him onto the bed and rolled up his trouser legs, revealing an alarming expanse of bruises. Each ached for the other.
Yan Ningke took out the poultices he had prepared and gently applied them. Lying down beside him, he sighed. "What a pair of brothers in misery!"
Shao Ke crossed his fingers and flicked his forehead. "Try again."
Yan Ningke covered his forehead with a yelp and gave him a doleful look. "What a case of one husband following the other's lead!"
Shao Ke couldn't hold back his laughter and gathered him into his arms. "Finished filming?"
Yan Ningke played with his buttons, looking smug as he exaggerated. "Who do you think I am? I knocked it out in no time. My acting had everyone applauding! If I hadn't been rushing back, the director would've thrown me a celebration dinner!"
Shao Ke looked down at his smug expression and found him adorable from every angle. He pulled him close for a hard kiss and teased, "Then don't I owe Mr. Yan a dinner?"
Yan Ningke gave him an approving look. "That's what I like about you-you're smart!"
No wonder the man could make a