After saying that, Cheng Lang glanced at Qin Mu, who was sitting primly at the edge of the bed—the guy had not even taken off his suit jacket.
Cheng Lang frowned. "Don't tell me your house only has one bathroom?"
Qin Mu looked at Cheng Lang blankly. Clearly, he had not yet recovered from some shocking realization.
Cheng Lang sighed. "You're not having regrets, are you?"
"No!" Hearing Cheng Lang's question, Qin Mu responded reflexively. He glanced at Cheng Lang, stood up expressionlessly, and walked into the bathroom.
Leaning against the bathroom door, Cheng Lang asked casually, "You're the top, right?"
The sound of running water came from inside the bathroom. After a long silence, just as Cheng Lang thought Qin Mu had not heard him, a muffled response came from within. "Mm."
Cheng Lang raised an eyebrow, tossed aside the towel and bath towel, walked over to the bed, and slipped beneath the covers. He played on his phone while waiting for Qin Mu.
When Qin Mu came out, this was what he saw. The young man, so handsome he looked almost wicked, was loosely wrapped in the blanket as he leaned against the headboard and played on his phone. The soft bedside lamp made his aura seem even gentler. Hearing the sound, Cheng Lang looked up at him with an astonished gaze and gave a slightly frivolous whistle.
"Not bad assets." Cheng Lang casually tossed his phone aside. Lying on the bed with one arm behind his head, he looked relaxed and yielding. "Has anyone ever told you that you look better without clothes than you do in a suit?"
Clearly, no one would have dared say something so flippant in front of Qin Mu.
Qin Mu looked at Cheng Lang with dark, unfathomable eyes. Barefoot, he walked