Yan Xianjue wasn't unconcerned about having his inner thoughts overheard.
It was just that, unlike what the Yan Household thought, what bothered Yan Xianjue wasn't that his privacy had been violated. It was that, before he had fully integrated the memories of his other life, he had often wailed and howled internally over the plot.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Just thinking about how everyone had heard those words made Yan Xianjue wish someone would immediately buy him a ticket to Mars.
A standing ticket would do too.
"What was this?"
"A side effect of traveling between worlds?" Yan Xianjue buried half his head in the blanket, his muttered voice soft and muffled.
A moment later, he rolled over and sat up in bed.
Since he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned, Yan Xianjue decided to exercise for a while and burn off some of his excessive energy.
Once he had a plan, Yan Xianjue became highly efficient.
But just a few minutes later, when he appeared by the pool, he ran into someone unexpected.
"Big Brother?" Yan Xianjue asked hesitantly.
Yan Yi'an turned to glance at him and answered mildly, "Mm."
Only then did Yan Xianjue notice the cigarette between Yan Yi'an's fingers, already burned halfway down.
He had always known that Yan Yi'an smoked. The other man simply rarely smoked at home.
As he moved closer, he noticed that although Yan Yi'an wore a bathrobe, water was still dripping from his hair. He had clearly just come out after swimming a lap.
As Yan Xianjue passed the rack holding their belongings, he casually pulled out a towel and handed it over.
Yan Yi'an was slightly surprised, but he cooperatively stubbed out the unfinished cigarette and took the towel to dry his hair.
He asked softly,