Ying Yue heard Sheng Shui's voice and he neared it, wondering why his friend sounded sick. Rounding the counter, he saw the seam master huddled in the corner shivering. Quickly moving to him, Ying Yue kneeled beside him and touched his sweaty forehead.
Topaz eyes slowly opened to stare at him and the man smiled.
"Ah. Ah Yue, I am glad it is you and not Ah Li."
"What has happened, Ah Shui?"
"I just need rest, just tired," the blonde sighed and leaned against him, "You smell like him."
He felt Sheng Shui nuzzled up against him and closed his orange eyes. Ying Yue held onto the man and pressed his palm to the back. He could feel the flow of the man's blood move slower than it would and his spirit dulling. He held the man tighter and the blonde let out a laugh.
"Mm, hold me any tighter and Ah Li would be jealous."
"Ah Shui… how long has this been happening?"
"The very first time I fell in love with him."
