It was a sensation Qiong Xing, being human, could not fully understand, but if Elias was content, he felt that was enough.
"If it means you don't have to suffer anymore, Elias, then I'm glad I could become your mate."
When he said he was glad he could help this gentle person avoid suffering, Elias smiled happily.
"I'm sorry I can't even wash myself—ah, Elias—!"
Just when he thought Elias was washing his body as he lay cradled across his lap, Elias's hand moved behind him, spreading him open and scooping out what remained inside.
Each time, Elias's long fingers brushed against Qiong Xing's sensitive spot, and his hips, though they should not have been able to move trembled uncontrollably.
"That's quite a lot, even to me. It must have been uncomfortable, right? I'll take it all out, so don't move."
Impossible.
"Elias, wa— what… nn—"
Despite telling him not to move, the fingers that were supposed to be cleaning him seemed to keep rubbing only at his most sensitive place.
