[ xie lian's agreement earns a genuine smile from hua cheng, and he presses a brief, soft kiss to xie lian's lips before pulling away to fetch one of his t-shirts. it'll be oversized on xie lian, but it's soft and well-worn and smells like joss sticks and incense smoke, like hua cheng. he holds it to help xie lian into it, then moves to tug back the blankets so they can curl up in bed. ]

I didn't know you'd fought with Nan Yang. [ his brow furrows a little at that, sympathetic. ] Your luck could never be so bad as to push me away, gege. You know I have very good luck, it should be enough to balance.

[ he stretches out in bed, then opens his arms so xie lian can come curl up in them. ]

Come rest. I'll sing to you.