Feeding

The entire room felt unusually empty, yet it only served to highlight his personality even more vividly. Kevin absolutely adored Shangguan Han’s unwavering confidence in everything.

Just the thought that he could come find Shangguan Han anytime in the future made Kevin chuckle with delight. Seeing Kevin so easily content and happy, Shangguan Han couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Kevin was once again dumbfounded. Everything now had changed completely because of that one night. He gazed blankly at the quilt, unaware of how irresistibly alluring he must appear to others in his current state.

One could truly call it a feast for the eyes. Shangguan Han looked at his pale skin with a helpless feeling. This guy was becoming more and more feminine with each passing day. What irritated him even more was that Shangguan Han himself found Kevin’s appearance quite captivating.

If Kevin knew this, he would probably find it disgusting. Lowering his head to glance at the porridge in his bowl, Kevin couldn’t help but softly say, “Let’s eat the porridge first; it’s getting cold.”

Then Shangguan Han scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Kevin’s lips, waiting for him to open his mouth and take it in. Kevin stared blankly at the spoon near his mouth, looking up at Shangguan Han. His hands gripped the quilt tightly, frustrated with his own weakness.

He dared not reveal even the slightest affection for Shangguan Han, fearing that if he did, the only thing he would receive in return was contempt. Even though something had happened between them now, it wasn’t when he was fully conscious.

So none of this counted. He mechanically opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge, tasting a bitterness within the white porridge—a bitterness that mirrored his current mood, ironic and helpless.

Love was truly a tormenting thing; once entangled, there was no turning back. He didn’t know how long this situation could last, but for now, he could only take it one step at a time.

As long as Shangguan Han didn’t mention it, he could pretend nothing had happened. Although that would be painful, it was far better than having Shangguan Han leave him altogether. Obediently allowing Shangguan Han to feed him, his heart was calmer than ever before.

No matter the outcome, he no longer wished to dig too deeply. Watching Kevin cooperate so willingly, Shangguan Han felt a growing unease, like a tide rising to engulf him entirely.

After Kevin finished the entire bowl, Shangguan Han gently asked, “Do you want more?”

Kevin turned his head to look at him and shook it mechanically. Seeing that Kevin seemed to have no appetite, Shangguan Han decided to stop for now and went to tidy up in the kitchen. Kevin stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind completely empty.

Soon, Shangguan Han finished cleaning and organizing, wiped his hands, and stepped out of the kitchen. Approaching Kevin’s side, he reached out to lightly touch his forehead. After confirming Kevin was not chilled, he pulled back the quilt covering him.

The sudden rush of cold air made Kevin deeply uncomfortable, especially since he lay naked and weak. Trembling with fear, he wondered what Shangguan Han was about to do next. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Shangguan Han explained, “Your wounds need to be cleaned again. I’ll just help you wash up a bit.”

Before Kevin could respond, Shangguan Han had already brought hot water to the bedside and soaked a towel. He gently began to cleanse Kevin’s body. The warmth of the towel against his skin gradually eased the pain from his wounds. Kevin let out a soft, comfortable murmur, stirring a quiet turmoil within Shangguan Han’s heart.