Without thinking, he reached out and gently took Hei Bao's larger hand into both of his own.
"You're hurt."
His voice carried unmistakable concern.
He carefully turned the older man's hand over, inspecting the fresh cuts across his bruised knuckles. Some of the blood had already dried, but the wounds were clearly untreated.
"You haven't even cleaned it."
His fingers moved cautiously, afraid of causing more pain.
"...Does it hurt?"
Hei Bao looked down at the smaller hands holding his own.
His Lycan tendencies had always possessed a remarkable healing ability. Wounds like these would disappear by tomorrow.
Yet, instead of reminding the young man of that and pulling his hand away, he simply allowed Gou Feng to hold it, while quietly watching him.
Somehow he found himself staring at the young man's lowered face.
The concern in those clear eyes, the careful way those slender fingers avoided touching the cuts. Everything about this moment felt strangely warm to him.
