Connor was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, with the quilt covering only up to his waist. Sam moved a small stool and sat beside the bed, then skillfully took out the ointment and began to apply it, his movements as familiar as if he was a little doctor.
Because today is Connor's birthday, Sam decided to massage him well, so he started by massaging each acupoint in turn with great force, until the veins on Connor's neck burst out.
Sam pressed so diligently that Connor naturally enjoyed it comfortably. After a while, he felt a little sleepy, and with his head lowered, he leaned against the pillow and went to sleep.
It was not until he was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night that Connor realized that half of his body was sore and numb as if it was pressed by something heavy. When he raised his body, he found that Sam was still beside him. The candles in the room had burned out, and he could only use the dim light to identify him.
Sam was lying on the edge of Connor's bed, with his head pressed against his right hand. He didn't know how long he had slept. It seemed that he could feel a little cold even in his sleep. He curled up and hugged Connor's arm tightly, which was the only source of warmth.
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