Hua Jian had just woken up and was still a little restless.
[Holy shit! This is mortifying!]
[How am I any different from a flasher right now?]
[Bo Lin likes men. Seeing me like this, he won't think I did it on purpose, will he?]
[Ah! I'm going to die! Thank goodness I've been working out lately.]
[Fuck, I only have a six-pack. Will Bo Lin look down on me!?]
The boy's voice sounded like a dying man suddenly bolting upright from his sickbed.
Bo Lin ignored his internal shrieking and calmly closed his laptop.
Even through the bedroom door, he could still hear the person inside intermittently lamenting his predicament.
Bo Lin could tell: he really was mortified.
After waiting ages without Hua Jian coming out, Bo Lin had no choice but to go knock.
But just as he raised his hand, the door opened from inside.
Hua Jian rushed out and crashed straight into Bo Lin.
"Ah! Are you okay?"
Hua Jian had been moving so fast that Bo Lin's face collided squarely with his chest.
Bo Lin's nose hit firm muscle, sending a sharp sting through it.
The boy's scent enveloped Bo Lin completely.
Over the past few days without seeing Hua Jian, Bo Lin's longing for him had swelled like a balloon amid all his tension and busyness.
And now, the balloon expanded to its limit and burst.
In his panic, Hua Jian instinctively wrapped an arm around Bo Lin's waist. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were standing outside the door. Did I hit your nose? Does it hurt a lot? Let me look. I hope I didn't give you a nosebleed."
As he spoke, he tried to move aside to get a look at Bo Lin.
Bo Lin's muffled voice came from against his