Bab 148: 145: Unshackled; I'm happy if my pain led me to you

Who knew how much time passed when Lin FenXiang stopped caressing Yan Hansheng's hair as he felt the man breathe deeply in his embrace, fast asleep from the fatigue caused by their intense 'exercise'.

Silently, the painter craned his neck to take a look at the clock hanging on the wall, squinting as he tried to look in the dark.

It was 3:30 in the morning, its hands indicated as Lin FenXiang's elegant brows furrowed. It was quite late. While he wasn't particularly keen on moving, he couldn't help but feel the sweat and bodily fluids slicked on their bodies as he lay on the bed, embracing Yan Hansheng.

With a soundless and deep sigh, Lin FenXiang wiggled his way out of the fast-asleep Yan Hansheng's arms and went to wash up.

While the painter cleaned up his body in the shower, Yan Hansheng slept, dead to the world, breathing deeply as he slumbered dreamlessly.