Indeed, if they didn't leave children behind, that would one day be true.
"I don't want that. I want friends… I want a family."
Of course.
He probably wanted to leave behind his bloodline, but more than that, the fear of eventually being alone weighed on him.
Understanding that feeling completely, Qiong Xing hugged the man who was crying like a child.
He continued stroking the man's back as he cried for a while, but realizing he might overheat if he stayed in the bath, Qiong Xing finally got out and returned to the room.
He was exasperated at how clingy the man was as he keeps sticking to him whenever he wasn't changing.
But there was nothing sexual about it; it felt like a lost child finally holding onto a parent and desperate not to let go.
It would have felt cruel to pull him away.
"Okay, enough clinging—"
"No."
"I'm thirsty, though."
"…Wanna go somewhere?"
"If you wanted to go somewhere, you wouldn't have stayed in the bath with me."
