"Brother Heng..." Wang Jin let go of the animal skin and whispered softly, his tone was full of stickiness...
If the man was here, he would definitely hug the boy and kiss him a few times, but Yuan Heng was not here now...
Wang Jin's nose was filled with sourness, and he felt that all the pleasure he received from Yue Ge'er today was returned to Yue Ge'er! Now that his man was not around, nothing he did was satisfying!
Wang Jin has experienced the feeling that a day without seeing someone feels like a long time.
I don’t know how long he hesitated, but Wang Jin finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
But I didn't sleep well.
In the dim light, he seemed to see the man coming back.
Wang Jin instinctively clung to him.
A soft and warm body suddenly wrapped around him. Yuan Heng's body stiffened and he quickly reached out to support the boy.
After the man had entangled him, he did not take any further action. Instead, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, with his head buried in his shoulder and his breathing became steady.
Yuan Heng lowered his eyes and looked down at the boy. The boy's eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were quietly attached to his eyelids, not trembling like when he was awake. The tender lips below were unconsciously slightly open, revealing a little white porcelain inside, like a little rabbit.
Yuan Heng's eyes softened, he slightly moved his stiff body, carefully dragged the boy's body with one hand, and gently took off his limbs wrapped around him one by one with the other hand, then gently placed him on the bed, pulled the animal skin over him, and then put his exposed limbs into the warm animal skin.
When he pulled to the left hand, Yuan Heng paused slightly. There was a long cut on the boy's white and slender finger, as if he was scratched by something sharp.
Yuan Heng remembered the basin of wet clothes he saw in the yard just now. There were some blood stains on the clothes. The bright red color was particularly eye-catching on the white clothes...
This boy is too frail to do any work...how come he is washing clothes
A trace of heartache flashed in Yuan Heng's eyes. He took out the medicinal mud from his arms. The wound had already been applied with the medicinal mud, but most of it was rubbed off by the young man. Yuan Heng applied it again carefully, found a piece of clean gauze, and gently wrapped it for him.
Maybe the movement was a little too big, the boy's eyelashes moved slightly and he opened his eyes a little dazedly.
“Brother Heng…” He murmured unconsciously. His eyes were not fully open, but he pouted and leaned forward to kiss Yuan Heng.
Yuan Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he saw the boy rubbing in his arms like a spoiled child after the kiss, which made him distracted.
Yuan Heng managed to calm down and patted his lower back: "Little brother, how come you can't take care of yourself?"
"I hurt myself and I didn't even eat properly."
As soon as Yuan Heng entered the room, he saw the cold barbecue on the table.
The barbecue he asked Laiyuan to bring back was actually not much. It was prepared according to the little boy's usual appetite, but he hardly touched it.
In addition to the heartache in Yuan Heng's tone, there was also a hint of blame that he himself was not aware of.
Wang Jin was sensitive enough to sense the blame. He shrugged his nose in grievance, leaned forward and kissed the man's chin, calling softly, "Brother Heng..."