After staying for a while, Shao Cheng has just sigh inwardly before raising his wet hands to gently grab the exquisite face of the older man and turning it slightly raised up and began to seriously gaze upon it.
With trembling long eyelashes, Shao Cheng has moved his gaze around before turning Ren Yuan head left and right and then using his slender fingers to run it through those wet satin-like black hair as he carefully traces of any kind injury, like a bump or swelling on the man head.
"Eh…? W-wait Whitey? What are you doing?"
Ignoring Ren Yuan's astonish words, Shao Cheng has let go of the older man's head before turning his hands toward the man's upper body, rooming his hands inside around the man-body, feeling the smooth skin without any single cut or scratch with his own palm and slender finger.
