Luo Binghe did not reply. He stayed curled up on the side of the bed, growing mushrooms. He then heard Shen Qingqiu letting himself in, the soft pitter patter of his footsteps was the only audible sound in the room. Shen Qinqiu stopped near the bed, his hand reaching out to Luo Binghe’s hair which was peeking out from under the blanket. His hand gently ran through the soft dark rivers of Binghe’s hair, slowly combing them with his fingers. Luo Binghe could not help but feel a malicious sense of pride when he felt the strands of hair separate and rejoin where those fingers ran through, but the fingers suddenly froze. He saw Shen Qingqiu looking intently at him
Luo Binghe stiffened, did he notice something else?
Sooner than Luo Binghe would have liked, Shen Qingqiu’s hands left. Its warmth leaving him as well.
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