**'s brothers always frown when they sleep, and it seems that they are not very comfortable in their sleep.
Yuan Heng's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand. His trembling fingertips gently brushed across the frowning brows, smoothing out the wrinkled skin one by one...
"Hmm..." As if disturbing the person in front of him, he snorted from his nose, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes a little.
Yuan Heng paused, retracted his knuckles slightly, and retracted them.
“Brother Heng…” Wang Jin saw clearly the person sitting beside the bed and called out, the tiredness between his brows had not completely faded away.
The young man's voice was the same sticky voice as when he woke up and called him countless times before. If it weren't for the injuries on the young man's body reminding him of everything that had happened, Yuan Heng would almost think that they were still staying in their home, sticking together and living their little lives.
Yuan Heng moved his fingertips slightly and shrank it into the palm of his hand.
"Hiss..."
The boy suddenly gasped in pain, and Yuan Heng quickly turned around to look.
Then I saw that young man trying to sit up, and the movement of sitting up pulled at the wounds on his body, causing him to turn pale in pain... and his facial features were distorted.
"..." Yuan Heng reached out to help, and gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
The palm of his hand touched the young man through the clothes, and the touch of the soft skin made Yuan Heng's fingertips tremble slightly even through the layer of clothes.
Yuan Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he helped the young man lean against him.
The sweet and soft boy was like a small warm pack, which brought a burst of warmth as soon as he was in his arms. The warmth penetrated through the clothes from all directions and attacked Yuan Heng's inner skin, making his skin tremble and stand up with small bumps. The warmth seemed to penetrate into the inside along the small bumps, making his whole body feel hot.
Yuan Heng trembled his fingertips, slid down the boy's arm through the clothes, slid to the wrist, and lightly pulled up the boy's wrist.
The back of the hand below the wrist was covered in bruises and purples, with no intact spot. The slender and tender fingertips were scraped one by one, revealing the pink and white tender flesh inside...
Yuan Heng's eyes darkened, and he gently rubbed the scar with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
Wang Jin was still adjusting his sitting position. When he heard the man's question, he paused slightly. He followed the man's gaze and saw his hands covered with horrible scars.
In fact, the scar didn't hurt much when he woke up after the fever... The pain seemed to have subsided along with his fever.
But when Wang Jin heard the man's question, he blurted out: "It hurts... It hurts so much..."
As he spoke, he snuggled in the man's arms, rubbing his head against the man's neck, his eyes wet as he looked up at the man with grievance, as if it really hurt.
"..." Upon hearing this, the man lowered his head slightly, moved close to the back of the hand, and blew gently, as if this could blow away the pain.
The slightly warm breeze with a hint of moisture blew across the back of the hand, causing the tiny hairs there to tremble and stand up.
Wang Jin felt his heart being blown by the gentle warm breeze, which made his heart ripple slightly and gave off a tingling and numb feeling.