Ming Luchuan bent down and extended his arms to embrace Xia Wennan. He poured all of his energy into the hug, pressing Xia Wennan down with his entire body until Xia Wennan was forced to recline as Ming Luchuan buried his face in his chest. Truth be told, Xia Wennan hadn’t expected Ming Luchuan to react this way. When he cast a downward glance, he only glimpsed the top of Ming Luchuan’s head and couldn’t see his expression. Thus, he softly placed his palm on the man’s head. He wanted to say, “What do you think? Did I hit the nail on the head?”, but in the end, the words never left his mouth. His heart ached for Ming Luchuan, and he didn’t want to pour more salt in his wounds. This kind of mood was already fine. “Isn’t this loving hug warm?” Xia Wennan murmured as he caressed Ming Luchuan’s short hair with his hand. Ming Luchuan remained silent for a long time before eventually answering, “Mm.” A smile graced Xia Wennan’s lips, unbidden, and the arms that encircled Ming Luchuan tightened their grip. That night, it was as though Ming Luchuan had turned into a child, refusing to move from where he lay in Xia Wennan’s embrace.
Having been pressed down for a long time, Xia Wennan felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to push the man away. Ming Luchuan, however, snarled, “Don’t move!” Xia Wennan stilled and thought to himself: Forget it, you lack love anyway. I’m not going to get into a fight with you.
They stayed like that till late at night. When it appeared that Ming Luchuan had fallen asleep, Xia Wennan attempted to gently push him away, but the moment he moved, Ming Luchuan tightened his arms around him. Xia Wennan thought back to little Ming Luchuan’s drawing of a mother—he’d undoubtedly been looking forward to this loving hug for a long, long time. Much later, Xia Wennan could no longer hold in his urge to use the bathroom. This time, he decisively shoved Ming Luchuan away with little regard for his reaction. A half-conscious Ming Luchuan looked up and let out a puzzled grunt.