Zi Han moved away three steps and his knees bent as he touched the edge of the bed. He sat down with a plop and Yi Chen with his half open inner shirt placed his knees on the bed while grasping both of Zi Han's wrists.
He pressed them down on the bed with one hand and gazed into Zi Han's eyes with a soul-searching gaze.
With his other hand, he caressed Zi Han's cheek his thumb lightly brushing Zi Han's chin. Zi Han's breathing stagnated his eyes limpid as he engrossed himself in his lover's touch and how it felt.
Yi Chen skillfully tapped on the side of Zi Han's face near his ear and the unfamiliar face vanished in an instant. He had already seen Zi Han do it once and now knew how to do it.
"Chen-ge," whispered Zi Han but Yi Chen placed his index finger on Zi Han's moist lips while saying,
"Shh... I just want to look at you... that's all."
