Moren hugged him and placed a kiss on his neck. "Did you change my clothes?" he asked after noticing the silk nightgown he was wearing.
"Yes, I cleaned you. But you weren't waking up, so I got so scared and called the doctor," Zane gently brushed his hand against Moren's head. "You are still having a high fever."
Zane let out a sigh. "I can't even use my pheromones to heal you."
"I can smell osmanthus." Moren smelled his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"You can? Should we head to the hospital?"
"It's okay. I don't care if I transition."
Something inside Zane's chest bloomed, and he pulled himself away to stare at Moren for a while before placing his lips on Moren's. "So, do you like my scent?"
"It feels like an expensive perfume."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Of course." Moren's lips spread into a full smile.
"Your smile is beautiful."
"Really! Your brother said I am not up to your taste."
