[ Oh. Chu Wanning flushes further and Mo Ran feels a fluttering hummingbird taking residence in his chest, where his heart used to be. He looks so beautiful Mo Ran has no words to describe it. He only knows he wants to cradle him in his hands and protect him. He wants to never leave his side. He wants to know how soft those cheeks must feel under his lips and the taste of his mouth and--

He retreats his arms while clearing his throat, trying to hush the thoughts crowding his mind. ] Why would I be uncomfortable? [ He shakes his head. ] I've slept on the ground or on the pebbles of the riverbank more times than I can count. Sleeping with you is much more comfortable. You're soft and I like your scent. [ He admits earnestly, before he's easily distracted by food.

He absentmindedly smoothes down the fabric around him while reaching the other in the kitchen. He feels very human in this. ] I ate anything I could find.