Chu Yilan hadn't expected to see Shen Lian when he opened his eyes.
In those few minutes, with the bitter wind howling outside and the room warm as spring, he had almost felt as though someone was tenderly looking after him.
No, it wasn't an illusion.
Chu Yilan lay perfectly still, staring at Shen Lian for a long time.
Truly, even if Shen Lian had plunged a knife into his chest right then, Chu Yilan wouldn't have so much as frowned.
Standing under the hot water, he felt the exhaustion and heaviness of the past few days slowly wash away. The next second, the bathroom door opened, and Chu Yilan turned through the thin veil of steam.
Shen Lian mouthed a "wow," his eyes lighting up. Without the slightest attempt to hide it, he let his lustful gaze ravish Chu Yilan from head to toe, marveling inwardly, What a waist. What legs!
Shen Lian squeezed out some toothpaste and brushed his teeth, sneaking glances over every so often.
Amused, Chu Yilan asked in a low voice, "Want to shower together?"
"Let me finish brushing." Shen Lian's words were muffled. "It's not like we haven't showered together before. You used me as a towel last night, rubbing your sweat all over me."
Chu Yilan nodded calmly. "All right."
Shen Lian let out a lecherous chuckle as he stripped off his pajamas, looking every inch a hooligan. He sidled under the showerhead, tilted his face up into the water, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got sick?"
Chu Yilan pressed against him from behind. Shen Lian gave a faint shiver at the contact, feeling a little too much heat.
Shen Lian turned sharply. "Is your fever back?"
"No."
Only then did Shen Lian seem to realize that