Comment by andrewsleftballsacksdriedcumhair on Barbieja337

Scene 2, part 3: In this brief span, he seemed to have almost fallen asleep. Voice muffled, he asked, "Why would I be?" Lu Feng said nothing. He lifted his upper body and looked down at An Zhe, gaze heavy, while his other hand picked up the gun that had been placed next to the pillow. Its ice-cold muzzle briefly touched An Zhe's cheek. An Zhe gave him a clear-eyed look and frowned slightly. Seemingly angry again, he pushed aside the barrel of the gun, then rolled over to face the other way, yanking the quilt away with that movement. Lu Feng looked at his slender neck along with his thin shoulders and back that rose and fell slightly in time with his breathing. A person like this seemed both very easy to hurt and very easy to protect. After a long while, he turned off the light and lay back down. A slight weight settled over Lu Feng as An Zhe pulled back over him the part of the quilt he had yanked away earlier. Like a dragonfly's tail tapping the calm surface of a lake on a summer night. What the ripples disturbed was not only the previously calm water. In the silence, it was unclear if Lu Feng was driven by some emotion or it was just a subconscious action when he hugged An Zhe from behind. Lu Feng's arm pressed down against An Zhe's, and An Zhe stirred. He had planned to move his arm downward but there was nowhere he could put it, so he moved it back up a little and rested his fingers on Lu Feng's forearm, just like how he used to curl his hyphae around nearby rocks or tree trunks. Lu Feng felt his movement. Very softly, An Zhe asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll infect you?”