The Little Daily Life of the Detention Room 2

Shen Ranxin raised a hand, caught Lu Zhi by the wrist, and asked softly, "What does Zhi Zhi want to do tonight?"

Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to nuzzle Shen Ranxin's ear. "Sleep, of course. What else could we do?"

Shen Ranxin gave a soft, amused laugh. "Sleep dressed like this?"

"Why not?" Lu Zhi raised a brow, climbed over Shen Ranxin, and lay down on the inner side of the bed. "I've slept like this since I was little."

"..." Shen Ranxin was so annoyed he laughed. He gave a cold snort. "Fine, then sleep."

Let's see how long you can hold back.

The central air conditioning was turned on, and the room was set to twenty-six degrees, the temperature most suitable for human sleep. Lying beside Shen Ranxin, Lu Zhi still felt rather hot.

...Of course he felt hot. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Shen Ranxin.

Countless voices within him clamored and shouted. He knew what he wanted to do, but he did not dare.

The warmth of Shen Ranxin's skin seeped through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

There was no moonlight in the room, only the dim bedside lamp shining on Shen Ranxin's sharply defined face. Light and shadow divided his features, concealing the other half of his face in the night.

Lu Zhi pursed his lips, turned over, lifted his head, and gently brushed his lips against Shen Ranxin's.

Perhaps Shen Ranxin was simply too tired; that small movement did not wake him.

Lu Zhi lowered his eyes and studied Shen Ranxin's glossy lips in the lamplight.

His lips were thin, tinted a hint of orange-red beneath the light. When he did not smile, he looked exceptionally aloof and cool, but the moment the corners