He crouched down, and Lu Ao's gaze swept over his chest.
The silk pajamas draped beautifully, outlining the contours of his chest. Lu Ao spotted it at a glance.
Lu Ao's breathing turned ragged again. He hastily shoved the bag into Song Zhou's hands. "You clean this up. I'm going to take a shower."
As he spoke, he pulled open the wardrobe, grabbed a set of pajamas at random, and fled in disarray.
Song Zhou did not even have time to call after him.
Of course, Song Zhou had not intended to call him back. Watching Lu Ao run off in a puff of smoke, he smiled and gently shook his head.
Lu Ao rushed into the bathroom, scrubbed himself down viciously, and relieved himself once, finally squeezing all that filthy yellow nonsense out of his mind.
Afterward, he took a cold shower, suppressing the last trace of heat in his body until his lips were slightly blue before drying off and getting dressed.
When he went to get his pajamas, he realized he had not brought any underwear at all.
He stared at the loose shorts in front of him for a long while before reluctantly pulling them on.
Going commando was going commando.
It was not such a big deal.
They were both men... right?
Lu Ao went out wearing a loose T-shirt and baggy shorts.
The courtyard was cool. It was already deep into the night, and everything was silent; not a sound could be heard.
Lu Ao glanced toward Ge Ranzhou's room.
The light in Ge Ranzhou's room was already off.
After traveling all day, he was exhausted and was now happily letting out soft snores. If one got closer, one could hear them.
Lu Ao did not know what had gotten into him, but he