. They should play house . ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

Anying didn't care.

And though he was sad, He didn't dare talk when Hanze took jimeng away... Let's say he was used to it... Or afraid Hanze would chop his head off if he so much as make a squeak.

Well either way, he didn't care... He sat on his bed and pouted all along. And when jimeng suddenly barged into the room... He still ' didn't ' care.

"Unbelievable!. Those bunch of hobos, @#$&..+.#..#!.". The youth scolded, huffing and puffing towards the bed.

Anying smiled... ' you can curse like that... I wish I have your confidence. '. Was what he thought as he stared at jimeng climb up to continue playing their card game.

"How did you come back?.". Anying asked, curious... ' how Did he even escape Hanze?.

"Easy.". A smile booomed on jimeng's face.

"Ugh." Anying rolled his eyes. "Stop saying that.".

"But it's true!.". He frowned as if remembering something unpleasant, before flailing his hands and saying. " It was nothing. Let's just play!.".

Anying wanted to call out his expression but he just decided against it and continued playing with jimeng... After all it was not everytime he got to have a converse partner or playmate.

By the way... Why was jimeng suddenly different?... It felt... Ugh... As if he became More talkative?... Bold?. What triggered it?. This new attitude?.

Anyways , he decided to not let it border him any longer as he continued to play against jimeng.

' I don't care '.

Right. He still didn't care when the door suddenly made a clicking sound and a dull thudding sound as Hanze walked in.

"Jimeng.".

The cold call from Hanze startled the both of them. And to Anying relief, jimeng's Did do anything funny. He simple gathered all his stuffs as walked out.

Anying got worried Because that tone of Hanze's wasn't one to be refuted. So...

Well did he care?. He only clutched the bedsheets with welled up tears that he refused to spill.

' I won't cry!. I won't cry!. I! won't!! Cry!!!. '. He chanted internally before lowering his head further to hide his despaired express.

' who knows if he'll punish me Because of my face? '. He thought as he sensed Hanze move.

Well he didn't care. He didn't care. He didn't care!. Until....

"Anying...".

He heard hanze call softly. He bit his lips... his tears falling unhindered as he saw the twirl of emotions Inside Hanze's eyes... He needed a shoulder to cry on...

Anying would never know what came over him at that moment, but he just Threw all cautions to the wind and threw himself instead in Hanze's arms.

He buried his face ij Hanze's shoulders and began sobbing and crying pitifully.

"There there...". Hanze whispered sliding his palm across the youths back as a form of encouragement...

Buuut... It made Anying's cry harder. Hanze decided to let him cry while rubbing his back. He should let out his griefs.

After some minutes when his sobs died down, he seemed to have recovered from his shock. He jerked up... Well tried but Hanze's grip on his body restricted him.

"Relax...". He says. And Anying magically did. Seeing this Hanze was pleasesd. "What would you want us to do?.".

He asked the puffy eyed youth.

Anying pursed his lips... What did he want them to do?. They should play house ... Anying would be the mother that usually travels round the world... Yeah, that sounded great.

But he knew not to spout that. Lest the man's mood turned sour... So he settled for "let's cuddle on the bed...".

"Hm." Hanze hummed and raised anjing up towards the bed.

Anying held unto him until they were lying down with him on top of the older man.

His head was on Hanze's chest and the latter was playing with anying's fingers.

It was peaceful... And calm... Now if yanlye was there... No... What was he thinking?. If yanlye was here he would disrupt the peace and quiet of the atmosphere...

Ha.. he could already picture Hanze scoldings the male as he misbehaved...

He didn't even realize he was smiling and giggling until he came to.

"What is it?.". Hanze asked.

"Oh!-nothing!.". He answered too quickly and his answer was high pitched but he wasn't going to justify why!.

He instead, buried his head on Hanze's chest and closed his eyes... Forgetting to ask Hanze a question about the meeting again.

*Sigh* he was sure by morning... Good fluff would be over. Ah... He could have stayed awake to enjoy Hanze's company... But alas... Hanze's presence, arms and voice was to soothing for one's conscious to stay agile... It weaken's the ' awake ' system.

If that exists.

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