Wenzhi pushed himself up into a sitting position, resting against the headboard. "Hey... You changed the sheets... How did I sleep so deeply?"
He ran his fingers through his hair. It had grown noticeably longer over the past few months, reaching his shoulders, but he had no desire to cut it. He liked it long. He liked Xinyuan's long, too. They were easy to grab...
"I noticed you were getting cold again after I bathed you," Xinyuan said, walking over and setting the tray on the bed beside him.
"Yeah... it came back," Wenzhi replied with deadpan seriousness, looking up at his husband. "It went away while you were fucking me, though. Which means you're just going to have to fuck me again."
Xinyuan nodded. "I will, if you finish every drop of this broth. Also, I confiscated your cigarettes and bought you a supply of lollipops."
Wenzhi glared at him. "The cigarettes help with the cold, Yuan'er."
