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Lan Zhan looked up at the angel working besides his bed. Instantly, he felt a feverish need inside him to tell - to scream at the whole world - what he felt for this man.
"You are so hot," he announced.
"Yeah?" Wei Ying kissed his husband on the forehead. "You are burning up."
"Burning with the love I have for you. Everyday. Everynight..." Lan Zhan gasped, realizing. "Wei Ying. Everyday."
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan the same way he would at their son, whenever he would ask adorably for something he couldn't have.
"When you stop having a fever, love."