The meal didn't last long. They quickly finished eating, tidied up, and went their separate ways.
After washing up, Ning Shile carried his basin back to the room to sleep. Only when he reached the door did he realize something important.
Yi Chen's gone, so won't it be just Brother Ye and me in the room tonight?
At that thought, Ning Shile suddenly rubbed his nose. Ah~ Two single guys alone in one room~ Does that mean we're going to do... that?
Help~ This is so fast~ I'm not ready yet—
Click—
The door suddenly opened.
Huh?
Ning Shile looked up blankly to find Zheng Ye standing in front of him with his toiletries.
The man cleared his throat, his tone a little stiff. "I'm going to wash up."
"Oh, okay." Ning Shile nodded and stepped aside.
Zheng Ye quickly strode past him, then turned toward the exit.
His retreating figure looked rather hurried. Even in the dark, the tips of his ears seemed a little red, as though he were fleeing.
Why are Brother Ye's ears so red?
Hearing that, even Zheng Ye's neck turned red.
He hadn't even thought about it before.
But those thoughts of Ning Shile's had felt like a soft feather brushing against his chest.
They left his heart itching.
And made him inexplicably hot.
The bathroom lights were bright. Water gushed from the faucet, and even the mirror had fogged over.
Zheng Ye braced both hands against the sink. His body was hot now—scorching, even—and his breathing was heavy.
Only after a long while did he scoop up some water and splash it over his face.
He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, only returning to the room once he was sure that restless heat had subsided.
The moment Zheng Ye pushed