He guiltily took off his clothes to cover Hua Hua, closed the door, and slid into the driver's seat, quickly driving home while making a call, discreetly asking about how to treat inflammation.
Hua Hua perked up his ears, cautiously watching Brother Ling's back, afraid he might say something. Fortunately, he didn't, but his mind wasn't at ease. He glared fiercely at Brother Ling's back, wishing he could bore a hole through him with his stare.
The car arrived home, and Hua Hua immediately pushed the door open. Brother Ling wanted to support him, but Hua Hua unceremoniously shrugged him off and returned to the bedroom angrily, burying his face in the bed.
Thinking about his grievances, tears rolled down again.
He wiped them away forcefully, feeling embarrassed. When Brother Ling wanted to touch him, he turned his eyes away unhappily.
Brother Ling attempted to remove his pants. He struggled a bit but didn't resist, as his pride wasn't as important as his body.
