Once Xuan Yang had laid his hand gently on Xu Feng's rounded belly, a calm and serene atmosphere enveloped the room. There was no more need for words or explanations; their actions had conveyed everything they needed to say.
The two fathers were determined to stay by Xu Feng's side as long as he remained asleep, cherishing the peaceful moment they shared.
As the hours passed, the room remained still, and the silver haired ger lay in deep slumber on his back, his belly up and vulnerable. His restful state had not been interrupted, and he appeared completely unaware of the two men who hovered protectively by his side.
Xuan Yang rested on one side of Xu Feng, while Xuan Jian occupied the other, their large and strong hands resting tenderly on the ger's belly. They had learned their lesson well, and both touches were gentle and careful, leaving Xu Feng undisturbed.
Not that it mattered.