Lu Feng just hugged him tighter and he couldn’t move at all. An Zhe thought about it and was still very unhappy. This wasn’t a momentary unhappiness but a gradual and progressive one over many days. He had always wanted to find Lu Feng. It was just worth mentioning now that he had a wound.

He sullenly stated, “You’re too fierce.”

Lu Feng wondered, “Is it?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Lu Feng pulled him closer. “I have paid attention.”

An Zhe, “?”

If this was the consequence when he was paying attention, what about when he wasn’t paying attention? Did he want to take a person apart and eat them?

An Zhe frowned. “Impossible.”

“Hmm?”

“I struggle every time you go too far.” An Zhe added, “I also cry.”

Lu Feng watched him.

“Then you ignore me. You will also become more ferocious.”

The next day started with being criticized by the little mushroom. Lu Feng looked down at the mushroom in his arms. This person’s voice was soft and sweet as he muttered a complaint. An Zhe was finished but Lu Feng still wanted to hear him speak more. Thus, he asked, “Is there anything else?”

An Zhe glared at him, meaning ‘this isn’t enough?’

Lu Feng told him, “I thought this was the way to care for you.”

An Zhe, “?”

He wondered, “Is it?”

“Yes,” Lu Feng told him. “You should learn to control your behaviour.”

An Zhe, “?”

There was no way he had done something wrong.

He stared at Lu Feng, voice cold as he stated clearly, “You have a problem.”

“You see, you are being coquettish again.”

An Zhe confirmed that he and Lu Feng truly were different species. If he could reach for the pillow, the first thing he would do was throw the pillow at Lu Feng’s face. However, now both hands were being held by Lu Feng and he could only use his eyes.

After a long time, Lu Feng smiled first. He bowed his head to kiss the corner of An Zhe’s lips. An Zhe turned his head to avoid it but he was restrained. His chin was raised and he was kissed deeply until he couldn’t breathe. Then Lu Feng gently kissed the corner of his eyes.

Lu Feng breathed on the side of An Zhe’s ears and no longer touched him across the quilt. Lu Feng’s right hand went inside and held him by the waist. There must still be the red mark from last night there.

An Zhe trembled and opened his mouth. “No.”

“I can’t hear you.”

An Zhe said again, “Then you can’t see it every time I cry?”

“I’m not hitting you,” this man stated. “It is no use crying.”

—The new day began with the colonel being silently cursed.

2

An Zhe was still in the car.

The starlight entered the armoured vehicle from the skylight.