Luo Muchen stood in the steamy shower, the sound of water splashing on the tiled floor filling the room. Drops trickled down his back, tracing the evidence of their passionate encounter. The scratches etched across his skin seemed more pronounced now, accentuated by the rivulets of water.

His neck bore a vibrant hickey, a lingering mark from the intensity they had shared moments ago. On his face was an unmistakable smile that lingered for as long as he was in there.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his damp body wrapped in a towel, Qie Xieling was sitting on the bed, engrossed in his cell phone. The screen’s glow illuminated the love bites adorning his own neck, a visual reminder of much indulgence he had towards Luo Muchen.

Luo Muchen approached him a little unhappy that his attention was elsewhere. What would you do to get your sweetheart’s attention? Well, a simple kiss could do the trick.

His eyes filled with affection he leaned in for a tender kiss. Their lips met, momentarily but that was enough to reignite the passion between them.

Luo Muchen had a smirk on his face after breaking the kiss. That’s because Qie Xieling was looking at him with a lust-filled gaze. His voice soft he asked, "Can I have something to wear?"

Qie Xieling ran his fingers through his hair while saying, "How about you drop the towel and walk around naked?"

Luo Muchen, "..."

"You would love that wouldn’t you pervert," said Luo Muchen and Qie Xieling chuckled softly while denying the allegations.

"Am I a pervert for letting you free yourself? It’s only the two of us here so what are you worried about?"

Luo Muchen looked like he was seriously considering it for a while. Qie Xieling laughed seeing how serious he was. He got up from the bed with the slippery sheets slipping down his body.

In full nudity, he walked over to him his gaze filled with desire. He gestured toward the closet before passing by him without touching him. "Take any of my clothes. What’s mine is yours," he replied, his voice warm and tender. The scent of their recent intimacy still hung in the air, a subtle reminder of their passionate exchange.

Luo Muchen smiled, a mixture of gratitude and love reflected in his eyes. It felt so good hearing Qie Xieling say that. He glanced at that beautifully shaped ass walking towards the bathroom and was unable to resist his mischievous desires.

With his grabby hands, he walked over and playfully squeezed one of the sweet cheeks with great enthusiasm.

Qie Xieling dodged his eyes filled with laughter. "Look who is the pervert now. Where do you think you are touching?" Luo Muchen had had a taste and he wanted to touch again.

"Let me touch... just one more time," he said while trying to reach over but Qie Xieling was quick on his feet skillfully dodging his grabby hands with a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Not one to be deterred, Luo Muchen decided to up the ante. He tried to dominate Qie Xieling by suppressing his hands, attempting to gain the upper hand in their playful struggle. But Qie Xieling was especially agile breaking free effortlessly before slipping away from Luo Muchen’s grasp as he dashed into the bathroom.

The bathroom door slammed and Luo Muchen knocked on the door while asking, "Can I help you take a shower? I can scrub your back."

"You liar. I know what you really want," replied Qie Xieling before stepping into the shower. He was so happy, in fact, he was the happiest as he had ever been.

Luo Muchen heard the sound of the water trickling down and gave up. He walked over to the closet and selected an outfit that seemed comfortable enough. Wearing Qie Xieling’s clothes meant more than just fabric against his skin.

It was a symbol of their blossoming love and Qie Xieling’s claim on him. He pulled up the collar and sniffed it. A contented expression appeared on his face from the scent of Qie Xieling lingering on his clothes.

When Qie Xieling came out of the shower, Luo Muchen was not in his room. The bed that had been dishevelled from their passionate fight had been made and both their clothes were off the floor and nowhere to be seen. Everything had been straightened out like they hadn’t been messing around a while ago.

Qie Xieling stepped out of the bedroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. His damp hair was a little messy, and he wore a crisp white shirt paired with a fresh pair of jogger pants. As he walked down the hallway he was met with a familiar soft humming sound of a washing machine and an enticing aroma wafting through the air.

He knew Luo Muchen could cook but he couldn’t remember one time he ate something he made apart from the time Luo Muchen came back. What he didn’t realise was that each time Luo Muchen gave him cookies, cupcakes and even a cake, it was him who made it but he just assumed it was the chef at his house.

His curiosity was piqued, and Qie Xieling followed the delectable fragrance. There, he found Luo Muchen, standing by the stove with a serious expression on his face. The clattering of pots and pans filled the room as he expertly moved around, completely engrossed in what he was doing. Qie Xieling leaned against the counter his elbows resting on it while watching him.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was a comforting and heartwarming scene that he wanted to last forever. He always said that Luo Muchen would make some girl happy one day and it turns out he was that girl the entire time.

The kitchen was filled with the warm glow of the recessed lights, casting a gentle light on Luo Muchen’s focused features and stirring up something in Qie Xieling’s heart.

"You didn’t have to make all these. I meant you should get me my chicken wings," he said his palms pressed on his cheeks.

Luo Muchen wouldn’t allow that. Now that Qie Xieling was his he would naturally want him to eat the best he can provide and those wings weren’t it.

"I wanted to make you something. You can take it as me trying to sway your response later," he said and Qie Xieling walked around the counter to his side before opening the fridge.

Luo Muchen thought he was getting water or something but the little hamster grabbed the bag of chicken wings and almost made away with it.