Stray

The sun was about to set. The sunlight projected on the floor had an orange-red hue.

The honey milk was already cool, and a thin lipid film had formed on the surface. Nemo exhaled. His eyes were still dry. The icy invisible layer that had been wrapping him finally collapsed. He sank into the world again, like a fish thrown back into clear water.

He was finally able to breathe smoothly.

Nemo could feel a soothing kiss on his ear. Oliver drew back his arms around him, spread the pillow, and laid back on it. His lover put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling with a serious expression, obviously lost in thought.

After a brief hesitation, Nemo threw off his shoes and cautiously climbed onto the bed.

Since Oliver disappeared, he hadn’t closed his eyes for a single moment. Although it was impossible for a Demon King to falter because of such trivial matter, his spirit that was stretched to its limits suddenly relaxed and he almost collapsed. As he moved forward, his knees touched the hilt of the Rest in Peace.

Nemo originally wanted to put the Rest in Peace on the bedside, but he regretted the moment he reached out. After glancing at Oliver quietly and making sure the other party didn’t care about it, Nemo put the sword in the gap between the two and then immediately withdrew his hand as if it was on fire.

This way, it was still in Oliver’s reach.

He quickly pulled half of the quilt up and buried his face into the pillow and turned his back to Oliver. Nemo originally thought he would be so nervous that he couldn’t sleep, but the sun was warm, and the Oliver’s heartbeat was gentle and powerful. He almost fell asleep within a few seconds.