Harrison Lucas bit his lower lip, unable to believe such strange sounds would escape his mouth.
But the next second, something even more incredible caught his attention.
A warm, soft cashmere scarf, still carrying Ben Lucas's body warmth, appeared around his neck.
Harrison Lucas blinked his dark eyes, somewhat stunned, looking at the man who was gazing down at him, with a serious expression and a hint of an elusive smile at the corner of his lips.
Harrison Lucas: "..."
Is this for him?
Growing up, apart from being given a scarf by his father and brother, it seemed like no one had ever put a scarf on him like this.
No, even his father only helped him with a scarf in his distant memories, leaving him to wrap it around himself.
And his brother always tossed the scarf onto his face, but a gentle, caring action like Ben Lucas's was a first.
