Qie Xieling gripped his waist and pulled him closer. He whispered into Luo Muchen's ear his lips almost brushing the man's ear. "How about you take me home?"
Luo Muchen's heart quickened at Qie Xieling's whispered request. His mind swirled with desires and concerns, torn between giving in to the passionate plea and ensuring Qie Xieling's well-being.
He leaned in closer, their bodies touching, and spoke softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
"Lin Lin... I want nothing more than to take you home but... your wounds need time to heal, and I wouldn't forgive myself if anything were to happen to you again."
Qie Xieling's eyes flickered with a mix of longing and understanding. He knew Luo Muchen's protective nature, but his desire to be with him was overwhelming. He didn't want to stay here any longer. With a gentle touch, Luo Muchen brushed away a strand of hair from Qie Xieling's forehead.
