Moonlight spilled in through the gap of the fluttering curtain, falling on the two figures sitting on the couch. Mu Yuze leaned his head against He Juan's shoulder, his half-lidded gaze falling on the man's bandaged hand.
With a surge of courage that came out of nowhere, he grabbed the hand and cradled it between his, marveling at the sheer size difference between them. He Juan could easily engulf both of Mu Yuze's hands with one of his, and for some reason, the knowledge caused his heart to race faster.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly as he played with He Juan's calloused yet graceful fingers, tugging them one by one while He Juan stayed still and let him do what he wanted.
"No," the man replied in a quiet voice that matched the serene atmosphere around them. "It doesn't hurt at all."
