Symmetrical...
Look, symmetrical...
Qin Zhan chuckled softly, tightly wrapping his arms around the boy's waist as he suddenly stood up. He channeled his spiritual power into his numb, sensationless legs. Once he felt a lot better, Qin Zhan adjusted the slightly stretched collar of Bi Xia's clothes and then pulled the hood on Bi Xia's jacket over his head.
His large hand pressed Bi Xia against his shoulder, and he said in a deep voice, "Be good, we should go wash up and sleep."
"Why are you putting a hood on me? Am I someone who can't be seen?" Bi Xia buried his head in Qin Zhan's shoulder, speaking in a muffled voice.
Holding the boy just like this, Qin Zhan started to walk outside. "No, it's me who can't be seen. After all, Mr. Jiu is a well-known figure now; if I ruin your reputation because of this…"
