Under a fluffy white quilt, two people lay in each other's embrace with one restlessly moving his arm constantly.
That person could only be Yi Chen. His fingers were continually brushing against Zi Han's already healed wound on his abdomen, kissing the hickeys on Zi Han's back he himself left last night and rubbing his foot against Zi Han's legs.
Despite all of this Zi Han didn't wake up. His dreams were much more beautiful than reality thus his mind subconsciously refused to wake up.
Still stuck in his wonderful dream Zi Han shuffled around and lay with his face plastered on Yi Chen's chest while mumbling, "I love you."
Yi Chen, "..."
Who the fuck did Zi Han say he loved? Ever since they had gotten together Zi Han had never said it back to him. The best responses he got whenever he said I love you were a bright smile, a warm-hearted kiss, and one time he even got an unexpected mouth service on his lower half in the training room shower.
