Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

Shu Han gently pushed open the door, and with an extremely indescribable mood told Song Yichi to get up.

Not to mention awkward, but a little bit embarrassed. Last night, this kid was really, uh...too gentle and thoughtful. He coaxed him after soothing him, laughed after coaxing him, and continued to use his abilities to help him recover after laughing enough...

He who is used to roughness is a little uncomfortable, especially when he thinks that Song Yichi is younger than himself, the feeling is even more complicated.

In fact, Song Yichi woke up before Shu Han pushed the door, he was too lazy to move, he quietly waited for Shu Han to approach, then he stretched out his hand and pulled him closer to his arms, biting the side of his neck, and said: "I feel healing for the first time. The ability is so convenient."

This guy sleeps for four hours and can get up and go for a run at five o'clock in the morning.

Shu Han grinned, and the little "sorry" left was gone: "Green apples are also good, since the healing ability is so convenient, next time you can use it for yourself." He deliberately bit the last three words, emphasizing them.

Really, let him raise his tail to the sky once, without suppressing him.

Song Yichi's drowsiness ran away immediately, he let go of his hands and stopped talking, quickly got up, changed his clothes, washed and had breakfast.

"Why don't you wipe this together?" Shu Han asked after finishing the last bowl, put it on the drainer, pulled off his left collar, and pointed to the surgical scar on his shoulder.

When he took a shower in the morning, he was surprised to find that the burn scars on his back were gone, but the scattered scars in the past were preserved instead, especially the large scar that had been sutured after shoulder surgery.

Seeing this, Song Yichi leaned over and lowered his head to kiss the scar: "No need, keep it."

"Why keep it?" He asked while wiping his hands.

"Keep it to make me feel sorry for you." Song Yichi frowned, revealing a soft and heartwarming smile.

"Hmm..." Shu Han's heart moved slightly, his eyes flickered, and he licked the corner of his mouth, "Have I ever praised you for being a good talker?"

"No." Song Yichi seemed to think seriously for a moment, then shook his head, with accusation in his eyes, as if saying that you never praised me.

"Ah……"

Shu Han smiled, his shoulders trembled slightly, and with a sense of happiness that was about to overflow, he turned around and pinched Song Yichi's chin, wrapped his left hand around his waist, and kissed the corner of his lover's pretending serious mouth, with his lips parted slightly, "I love you you."

"I love you too." Song Yichi accepted the gesture calmly, with his hand on the back of the other's head, gradually deepening his love in this sunny morning.