All the restlessness Hua Jian had felt over the past few days vanished in that instant.
The person in his arms was clearly a grown man over six feet tall, yet somehow, holding him, Hua Jian thought he felt so soft.
The waist beneath his palm was soft, and so was the breath brushing his Adam's apple.
Bo Lin's low voice reached him. "Sorry."
So obedient.
Just like the Bo Lin in his dreams, who meekly did whatever he was told.
The delirious, debauched scenes from his dreams suddenly surfaced, and Hua Jian's mouth went dry.
When Bo Lin struggled to get out of his arms, he reluctantly let go.
Bo Lin didn't look at him. He turned and headed toward the restroom.
Hua Jian glanced at the room, then at Bo Lin. In the end, he changed direction and followed Bo Lin.
Almost every time he had seen Bo Lin, Bo Lin had seemed tipsy.
Was work so stressful that he needed alcohol to unwind? Or did he simply have a drinking problem?
He leaned against the sink counter, but even after quite a while, Bo Lin still hadn't come out of the stall.
"Bo Lin? Are you okay?"
Thud!
Hua Jian pressed his lips together and immediately headed toward the stall.
"Bo Lin? Bo Lin? Are you okay?"
"Stop knocking. It's noisy!"
An impatient voice came from inside, and Hua Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as you're okay."
The stall door opened, and Bo Lin fixed his dark, burning gaze on Hua Jian.
That look sent a tremor through Hua Jian's heart. "Bo Lin..."
Bo Lin's tone was icy. "Stop pestering me all the time. It's annoying. Get lost."
It was as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over the heat coursing