Kapitel 823: Storm

Xing Han lay on his side, admiring his Cookie that was sleeping soundly.

Even until now, he couldn't believe that such a man was his.

Xing Han looked at his chiseled square jaw that had some slight stubbles on it. Sometimes Cookie didn't shave a bit just to rub himself on him. 

His nose was slightly crooked, a result of it been broken once when he was young. His normally frowning and stern face was relaxed as he slept, those thick eyebrows of his in a relaxed position.

Xing Han couldn't help but run his fingertips on those eyebrows, which would normally crease together whenever his Cookie was displeased or thinking hard. Which was most of the time, actually, although not when they were together.

His eyes roamed over his beloved's body, always marveling over how such a fine specimen was his.

Xing Han looked at his own body and sighed.