บท 149: 146: Stutter; what is this tattoo, FenXiang?

After washing up rather thoroughly, Lin FenXiang carried Yan Hansheng in his arms, feeling elated as he did so.

Perhaps in the recesses of his mind, Lin FenXiang still had some previously unaddressed worries gnawing at his conscience, but now that Yan Hansheng had — albeit inadvertently — addressed them, his words working like a soothing balm to his restless soul, Lin FenXiang could rest his mind and heart in peace.

Tucking himself and his lover in the bed, Lin FenXiang looped his arms around the musician and pulled him close, their legs tangling together as Lin FenXiang rested his chin on top of Yan Hansheng's head.

Idly, the musician commented, taking notice of his seemingly changed behaviour — more relaxed — if he had to put a name to it.