Yet once they got home, that very same man returned to his usual composure.
Shen Yi, who had braced himself to have his pants pulled off the moment he walked through the door, stood alone in the living room in a daze.
Yuan Chen headed toward the dressing room first, then glanced back.
Even on a second look, he showed no sign of excitement.
"Come over after you shower."
"What?"
"Come to the bedroom when you're done."
Forget seductive-it was a downright dry instruction. So why was his heart pounding so hard? Shen Yi answered with a nod.
He went to the bathroom and washed himself carefully. It wasn't his first time being intimate with Yuan Chen, but he was so nervous he could barely breathe properly.
Shen Yi dried himself off and even blow-dried his wet hair.
He found the bathrobe laid out in the bathroom and put it on. The soft, heavy fabric gave off an expensive bergamot scent.
It felt as though Yuan Chen's scent had covered his entire body.
...I really am beyond saving.
Am I possessed? Why can't I stop these filthy thoughts for even a moment? I wish my head would clear.
With his mind in knots, he climbed the stairs one step at a time, so nervous he felt close to losing his mind.
As he walked from the living room to the bedroom in his slippers, the only sound was their soles brushing against the floor.
In the darkness, a dim light shone through the narrow gap of the slightly open door.
Shen Yi knocked on the open bedroom door out of long-standing habit.
Yuan Chen was leaning by the window, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to someone.
Was it a work call? Shen Yi stood quietly, closed