"Here," he said shortly, rubbing it between his hands before smoothing it gently over Zi Xuan's thin arms and small chest. The calming scent of chamomile and vanilla filled the steamy air.
Zi Xuan hummed softly at the warm touch, closing his eyes for a moment as his brother worked quickly and efficiently. When Zi Xin was done, he poured another measure into his palms and oiled himself with brisk movements, rubbing down his chest and arms before handing the bottle to Zi Xuan to close.
They wrapped their towels securely around their waists and stepped back out into their bedroom together, hair damp but tamed, skin smelling faintly sweet.
Mo Yuan sat silently on the grey couch near the window, his dark gaze flicking up to observe them with quiet approval.
"Finally done?" he asked calmly, his deep voice rumbling softly through the quiet room. A faint glimmer of amusement shone in his eyes as he took in their flushed faces and damp hair.
