I Think In The Future, Every Time Mo Guan Shan Gets Sick, He Tian Will Be Overprotective And Worried,

zhan zheng xi: we should appreciate the little things in life.

he tian: *hugs mo guan shan* my little mo

mo guan shan: FUCK OFF!

mo guan shan: you're annoying.

he tian: then stop holding my hand.

mo guan shan: shut up.

mo guan shan: go get some sleep, you're as pale as a vampire.

he tian: well, if i'm a vampire, i need to suck you off to fortify-

Mo: Heh, dickhead you had a crush on me. That's so embarrassing

Tian: It isn't

Tian: I would never be embarrassed to admit to loving you

Mo *blush* : Chicken dick... You were supposed to say "we're married"

Tian: Yes, we are

he tian: what the hell are you doing there?

mo guan shan, standing on the table: it's my place too! i can stand where i want!

he tian, sighing: where's the spider?

mo guan shan: ...near the fridge.

he tian: if i say i love you, will you say it back?

mo guan shan: yes.

he tian: i love you.

mo guan shan: it back.

jian yi: does anyone know why tian is crying?

he cheng, in the coldest voice: so you're banging my brother.

mo, uncertain: yeah…

he cheng: thank god. now he's your problem. i'm done here.

He Tian would buy kitchen fornitures based on how Mo would look like bent on them. Like even the height of the table, the material, the roughness of it's shape. I feel like it would be the only help he could give to house shopping. Mo's having a tough time getting railed on a too high counter? He must change that. Mo's getting stung and scratches on the top of his tighs because of the sharpness of that table? He must throw that away and buy a soft edged one. It will be like that sometimes. (I hope it's understandable, English's not my first XO)

mgs in the bathroom, furiously whispering: what're you doing, you idiot?!

*muffled sounds*

ht: what's wrong? i really need to kiss you.

mgs: my MUM is 10 meters away! she'll hear EVERYTHI-

*long 5 minutes of agressive kissing*

mgs: i hate you. you're the worst.

ht: i love you too, momo.

mrs mo in the kitchen: am i a joke to you?