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A cool hand pressed against his forehead,
checking his tempature, knowing it’ll be far higher than it should be.
Lu Guang sighs, “You should go up to bed.”
Cheng Xiaoshi grumbles, turning over on the couch in an attempt to flee
from Lu Guang. “I’m comfy.”
“Fine, but don’t complain
to me when you wake up grumpy,”
Lu Guang huffs, barely able to contain
his amusement. Cheng Xiaoshi curled up on the couch, blankets engulfing him.
He looks cute, sweet. Yeah, sweet.
Lu Guang turns to get up, mumbling some excuse on a whim.
Cheng Xiaoshi grabs his arm, stopping Lu Guang in his tracks. “Stay with me?” he asks, not even trying to be discrete.
Lu Guang glances at his wrist, heat already rising in his cheeks.
“Fine,” he grumbles, knowing that it’s a losing battle. Cheng Xiaoshi makes him break whenever he speaks.