Night fell, and evening arrived quickly.
Holding the thing Xiao Ai had given him, Luo Ye felt a little nervous. He unconsciously twisted the book in his hands until it was wrung into a spiral before finally making up his mind to open the door to Room 108.
The first thing he saw was pink? Luo Ye stared at the room, which had been decorated like a wedding venue, and froze on the spot, nearly thinking he had entered the wrong place.
He remembered it being an ordinary room in the original story. Why had it been arranged like this here? Where on earth had Feitan gotten all this stuff?
Especially Feitan, sitting on the edge of the large bed in a bathrobe with his chest half exposed. His hair was still dripping wet—couldn't he at least dry it with a towel?
Chrollo must have come up with this again. But Feitan had actually been willing to go along with it, which was what truly surprised him.
Then again, they had already agreed to be a couple. They couldn't possibly be having a Platonic relationship. This was bound to happen sooner or later; it had simply come sooner than he had expected.
Catching Luo Ye's subtle look, Feitan tensed up. What had been meant as, "You can take a shower now," came out as, "Yezi, I've finished showering." After saying it, he nearly bit his tongue. Ah, damn it, that wasn't what I meant to say!
That made it sound like he had been waiting for Yezi all along, wanting to do that with him. Yezi wouldn't think he was trying to pressure him, would he?
Though he was indeed curious about it, Yezi's wishes still had to come first. If he was unwilling, Feitan couldn't force him.
It was