Wang Dong had already lain down on the bed. The dry and comfortable scent that came only from a sunbathed comforter relaxed him immediately. He took a deep breath, and it seemed as if he could smell a scent that belonged uniquely to Huo Yuhao.
"Silly. We aren't getting any younger. I will definitely help you relax. But do you know what it means to take you home?" His face turned unconsciously red as he said this, but luckily the cover of night made it less noticeable.
Huo Yuhao spent even a few minutes longer bathing than Wang Dong. When he came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed in both body and mind, he found Wang Dong had already fallen asleep, and was sleeping very sweetly. Having traveled all day, he must have been exhausted.
Huo Yuhao softly covered him with the blanket, then lay down on the floor, hands folded behind his head. He suddenly found that just listening quietly to Wang Dong's even breathing was such a relaxing activity.
