After a rather vigorous workout, Xing Han fell into an exhaustive sleep.
Nitocris looked at his beloved puppy breathing as he lay there, naked on the bed. Nitocris got up and with a wet cloth, gently and slowly, wiped his puppy clean.
Xing Han was so deep in sleep that he didn't even stir, let alone do his normal octopus act.
Nitocris's eyes landed on Xing Han's suitcase and he clenched his fists. He wanted nothing more than to empty that suitcase and tie Xing Han down, preventing him from leaving.
He didn't know why, but he had this rather ominous feeling about it.
Nitocris turned to look back at his puppy, kissed him on the forehead and whispered, his voice hitching a bit, "Don't leave me."
Xing Han's face frowned, as if he heard him but he didn't wake up.
With a sigh, Nitocris got up and limped to the bathroom to take a shower. He rubbed his sore back and butt, thinking that his puppy became a completely different person in bed.
