Han Zhan walked over, his movements deliberate as he reached down to pull Little Bai up. With gentle hands, he placed the young man inside the sleeping bag and zipped it up securely. "Sleep," he said, his voice low and calm.
Little Bai peered out from the cosy confines of the sleeping bag, his eyes wide and curious. Han Zhan set the other sleeping bag down beside it, then stripped off his shirt. The fabric felt stifling against his skin, and he preferred the comfort of the cool air.
As he settled into his sleeping bag, Han Zhan felt Little Bai's gaze lingering on him. He didn't say anything, allowing him to observe. Suddenly, Little Bai sat up, his little hands fumbling with the hem of his own shirt.
"What are you doing?" Han Zhan exclaimed, stopping him mid-motion.
Little Bai's eyes shone with innocence, clearly puzzled. He didn't say a word, but the expression on his face seemed to scream, 'I am taking it off like you.'
