Liuxian's voice carried a low, promising edge as the car pulled into the driveway, headlights sweeping briefly across the front of the house before he cut the engine.
Guiying's pulse hadn't slowed since he'd said it the first time, and hearing it again did nothing to help.
Liuxian rounded the car and opened his door, offering a hand to help him out, though the moment Guiying's feet touched the ground, he found himself swept up entirely instead, one arm braced beneath his knees, the other supporting his back.
"Liuxian!" Guiying's laugh came out startled, gold bar clutched safely against his chest as he wrapped an arm around his neck for balance. "I can walk, you know."
"I know." Liuxian carried him toward the front door without breaking stride, something wolfish tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I just don't want you to."
