"Who is your husband?"

Qie Xieling smiled as he watched Luo Muchen's hair flutter in the breeze of the blow drier. He never thought about it before but he loved how soft and silky it felt in between his fingers and how it shone in the light. He moved the drier closer to Luo Muchen's scalp, making sure to dry every strand. Qie Xieling thought it would be awkward to get along as lovers after being frenemies for so long but he was wrong. It seemed there was no awkwardness between them and they were still getting along just fine. It felt really nice. 

Luo Muchen closed his eyes and hummed in contentment. He felt Qie Xieling's gentle touch on his hair, his neck, and his shoulders. He leaned back and rested his head on Qie Xieling's abdomen. 

Qie Xieling gently pushed his head back while reprimanding him. "If I burn your ears don't blame me," said Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen chuckled softly while looking at their reflections in the ceiling-to-floor window.