Watching him in his confusion and anguish, Ji Ting raised a hand to signal him to stop, then silently sat up under the covers-
Revealing the white tank top he wore.
"First, alcohol suppresses the central nervous system and interferes with the transmission of sexual stimuli. So blaming drunkenness for sexual misconduct is just an excuse, because a normal man who's drunk enough to lose awareness will experience erectile dysfunction."
"Second, you're a man, and so am I. Although I've neglected exercise from spending so much time in the Laboratory, if you really had those intentions, I would still have plenty of strength to fight you off."
Only after those two statements did the room fall completely silent.
At first, only Ji Yanzhi's face turned red. Then his ears followed, and in the blink of an eye, the flush spread down his neck. Once the entire "shrimp" had been cooked through, he pulled the covers over himself and fell back onto the bed with a thump.
Ji Ting glanced at his exposed ankles and said mildly, "It's Saturday today. You can rest a little longer."
With that, he pulled up his own covers and lay down too.
After an unknown stretch of time, Ji Yanzhi asked, his voice muffled beneath the covers, "Weren't you so busy in the Laboratory that you didn't even have time to call? Why did you come back today?"
"Yesterday, to be precise." Ji Ting turned his head slightly after speaking. "Why don't you first ask me why I slept in a tank top and shorts?"
"...W-why?"
"Uncle Yang has the answer. Go ask him yourself."
Ji Yanzhi lifted the covers off his face, but before he could speak, Ji Ting added, "I'm going to sleep. No noise."
Ji Yanzhi opened his mouth, then huffed.
*Fine,