Bone-Deep Fatigue
Tu ShuYin.
That was this little snobby bunny's name.
Sheng Hai smiled at the sleepy shifter.
The long lashes brushed against the high cheekbones each time Tu ShuYin blinked. His cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and Sheng Hai wanted to feel the heat against his fingertips.
But Sheng Hai's hands were coarse and calloused - his touch would only scratch and ruin such perfect skin. Sheng Hai kept his hands busy by placing the empty dishes back on the tray, yet his eyes trailed back to his mate.
His heart thumped in its cavity. It was almost painful how his chest twitched.
Tu ShuYin was so pretty in his most vulnerable, relaxed state. His back leaned against the wall, hands folded over his lap, like a serene statue. His head nodded to the side, strands of hair obstructing Sheng Hai's view of such delicate features.