An Zhe hummed and closed his eyes. His lashes cast a faint shadow in the light, making him look softer and quieter. He was relaxed all over and Lu Feng could easily recognize it. This little heterogeneous seemed so sure that Lu Feng wouldn’t hurt him despite his body being covered with marks from the electrocution.

It wasn’t the first time that he had been puzzled by the other’s actions. For example, the night he left the city gates and had nowhere to go, An Zhe had told him so unguardedly that he could stay there. At that time, Lu Feng thought the boy had other intentions or was as simple as his appearance, as if he didn’t know that people shouldn’t invite strangers to stay overnight.

Lu Feng thought this and had to ask, “…Aren’t you afraid of me?”

An Zhe was questioned and slowly opened his eyes. In the dim light, his eyes seemed to be covered with a soft and beautiful mist. It had only been a short time since he seemed to have fallen asleep and his voice was sullen. “What should I be afraid of?”

Lu Feng didn’t speak. He just propped up his upper body and looked down at An Zhe, eyes heavy. His other hand picked up the gun next to the pillow and the cold barrel touched An Zhe’s cheeks. An Zhe saw this and frowned slightly. He seemed angry again as he pushed the gun away and turned around—also pulling away the quilt with this action.

Lu Feng looked at the slender neck and thin shoulders that slightly undulating with his breathing. Such a person seemed easily injured but also easily protected. After a long time, Lu Feng turned off the lamp and lay down again.

Lu Feng’s body caused the bed to slightly sink and the part of the quilt that was pulled away by An Zhe was brought back to him. It was like on a summer night, the tail of a dragonfly flicking lightly on the calm surface of the lake. The ripples touched more than just the placid water.

In the silence, he couldn’t tell if it was emotions driving him or a subconscious action but Lu Feng embraced An Zhe from behind. His arm pressed on An Zhe’s arm and An Zhe moved slightly. At first, An Zhe planned to put it down but he had nowhere to place it. Therefore, he moved up a bit and placed his fingers on Lu Feng’s forearm just like how he used to roll the mycelium on the stone or tree trunk beside him.

Lu Feng felt his movements.

An Zhe’s voice was very light. “Aren’t you afraid that I will infect you?”

Lu Feng didn’t answer, just as An Zhe hadn’t answered his question just now.