[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[6.] Don't look at me!

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It was a couple of days still before Jiang Cheng woke up.

His husband was taking care of him all the time, and now baths weren't so shocking for him any more; Lan Xichen was surprised to realize that he was craving to do more to this curious, amazing body than just wash it. He was blushing often, not letting anyone enter the bedroom, lying in bed next to his husband for hours, staring at his face, touching his chest and his lips extremely lightly, panting, craving for something he could not define.

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He woke up that night to feel another's body, hugging him tight. He looked around sleepily – the fire had died out, and the room was cold, and now Jiang Cheng was clinging to him for warmth, shivering slightly even in his sleep. Lan Huan smiled a little and tucked him in the bed covers, letting him cuddle and wrapping his arms around him to keep him warm.

This was what Jiang Cheng saw when he woke up the next morning. He blinked, confused, unable to believe it – there were several problems. 

He quickly counted 3: 

Zewu-Jun was still in bed, and the sun was high up in the sky; 

he was hugging him; 

his clothes had been changed.

He realized the last one too acutely, and immediately jumped in the bed, away from his husband, pale and horrified. Lan Xichen woke up too, grunting softly, blinking the sleep away. He now noticed his husband cowering and shaking in the far end of the bed.

- Jiang Wanyin... I... -  he reached out to him to call him.

- Don't touch me!!! Please, don't touch me!!!  – he gasped, shivering all over.

- It's... It's fine... Please...  - Lan Huan was trying to calm him down, kneeling in the bed too now.

- You know... You have seen me... You have...undressed me.... You know it... -   he was babbling feverishly.

- Yes, I do. You were sick. It was the one thing to do, Jiang Wanyin. – Lan Xichen was talking softly, trying to reach out and touch him, coaxing.

- DON'T TOUCH ME!!! Don't even look at me...  –   he screamed frantically, but then broke down and whimpered pitifully.

- Please... Jiang Cheng... -   he begged.

- You are going to throw me out now, aren't you... - he was whispering loudly, shivering all over, curled into a ball, sobbing. –  I am ... disgusting. I am... broken...

- Husband...

Jiang Cheng was so surprised by the gentle call that he looked up, frozen.

Lan Huan kneeled next to him, and took him in his arms. 

He murmured:

- Please, calm down. No one is throwing anyone out. Are you hungry?

Sandu Shengshou was blinking, numb, and he couldn't believe his ears. Was this his cold and distant husband? 

Something had happened while he was unconscious; some sort of a miracle!