Michael's eyes stole Xavier a glance before looking away quickly, filled with mixed feelings.
Michael didn't understand why a foreboding feeling was suddenly arising from the depths of his heart.
Michael couldn't pinpoint or explain this weird feeling, but after observing Xavier's strange behavior, it began to increase, especially when Xavier began to bathe him slowly, gently, and patiently.
Xavier even washed Michael's little brother and hole carefully, which made Michael extremely confused. Isn't it just to bathe? Why is Xavier doing all this? Even after all Michael's protests?
Shouldn't Michael be the one doing so himself? So weird! Michael furrowed his brows in curiosity while sitting on the white couch. He gently draped himself with the blanket Xavier had just handed him, revealing only his silver eyes and fluffy black hair.
