Reborn as a Good Child

119. (Untitled)

YiHan swirled the water as he said, "You'll know once you try it." Then, he shoved the glass into JingYuan's hands and turned back to the room. As he walked away, he continued, "If you wanted to drink it, just say it. I really can't stand you."

"No, HanHan." JingYuan hurriedly raised his hand up in an attempt to stop the other man. "I..." didn't want to drink it.

All of a sudden, YiHan turned around. His teeth flashed as he said, "Since you want it, then finish it all. If you dare waste the honey water I worked so hard on mixing up...hmph." He then swivelled and went for the hair dryer.

JingYuan stood there, glass in hand and a bitte smile over his face: It seemed like he'd really raised his little one's hackles tonight. The other man was now furious from embarrassment. Fine. It's just a glass of honey water. He'll drink it up. He might not like sweet drinks but what else was he meant to do? He's the one with a lover who loved to act all coy and cute. (Are you sure that's what he's doing?)

With a few big gulps, the glass was empty. It tasted a little odd and it was too sweet. It was so sweet that his tongue went numb. However, JingYuan rarely drank anything like it so he didn't think much of it. He thought his little one intentionally made it exceedingly sweet just to prank him. He walked over to the desk and poured out some water to wash out the sickly-sweet taste, a smile on his lips the entire time. He then walked over and took over the task of drying out YiHan's hair. His fingers combed through the soft hair as heat blew against them. He could feel his heart melting into a puddle. Once the hair was dry, he couldn't resist laying a kiss on YiHan's head. He placed the hair dryer down and curled his arms around YiHan.

"Are you angry at me, HanHan?" he gently asked.

YiHan turned to shoot JingYuan a look and remained silent.

Seeing a chance, JingYuan kissed YiHan on the cheek and said, "HanHan, I actually want you even more than you do but you keep getting hospitalised. I'm just so scared. I don't want to injure your body even further because of this. We have plenty of time.

HanHan, once you're fully recovered, don't punish me please? Don't force me to hold it in? I really do want you."

YiHan couldn't resist letting a laugh slip at that. "Am I that easily angered?" he said. "Also, don't make it sound like I'm really that thirsty for it."

At the sight of a smile cracking through, JingYuan smiled back too and replied, "You're not thirsty at all. I'm the one who's burning with lust here."

"Come, sit," YiHan said, laughing once more and turning fully around to look at JingYuan. "I'll help you dry your hair. You can't go to sleep with wet hair."

JingYuan let out a low chuckle and loosened his grip around YiHan's shoulders. The two men switched places. Strand by strand, YiHan blew JingYuan's hair dry with warm bursts of air. Through the mirror, JingYuan watched their reflections. Then, suddenly, he let out a huff of laughter.

"What are you laughing about?" YiHan asked.

"HanHan, this really is my dream life," JingYuan replied with a grin. "I hope our lives can stay the same even as we grow old. Just like today. We'll shower together in the evenings and dry each other's hair."

YiHan tilted his head to a side and thought about it. "You wish," he rebuked with a smile. "Who'd want to blow your hair dry? You don't even know to sit lower. Don't you know it's exhausting having my arm raised this high up?"

"I like to dry your hair. I like to wash your face, wash your back. I like doing anything and everything for you," JingYuan confessed. "When I was taking care of you at the hospital, your parents would often say I'm running myself ragged. However, I felt so happy. You'd obediently sit on the bed and wait for me to wash your face with a wet towel. You were just so adorable. I like it even when helping you in the toilet."