In the room where only the shower water flowed, Hua Jian's voice was the only other sound.
"Hua Jian, what are you doing?"
A puzzled voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Panic flashed across Hua Jian's dazed face. He whipped around. "Bo Lin, let me explain..."
The bathroom had separate wet and dry areas.
Hua Jian wasn't wearing his glasses, and thick steam filled the room.
He could only vaguely make out Bo Lin closing the glass door and walking toward him.
Hua Jian's heart pounded wildly.
Before Bo Lin could draw close, Hua Jian abruptly reached out, wrapped his arms around his waist, and lowered his head to kiss him fiercely.
After a long while, Hua Jian pulled away, panting hard. Bo Lin's cool eyes were full of displeasure.
Somewhat excited, he lowered his head again.
Hua Jian abruptly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
The hotel ceiling came into view, and Bo Lin's calls reached his ears.
"Hua Jian, are you awake? I have a video conference. You'll have to get breakfast yourself. Hua Jian?"
"Mm, hold on."
Hua Jian froze the moment he moved.
The tender, dizzying intimacy of his dream came flooding back.
His face darkened as he registered a decidedly familiar sensation.
"Fuck."
He swore under his breath.
"Hua Jian? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Go do your thing. I'll get breakfast myself in a bit."
The Camphor Hotel's breakfast buffet stayed open until ten.
Hua Jian didn't drag himself over until after nine, when there were already very few people left.
He asked the chef to make him a bowl of noodles in clear broth and took a few side dishes and some chili. The aroma instantly awakened his appetite.
But he still ran into someone he disliked.
"Hua Jian, what a coincidence."
Shu Yao,