He was no lightweight, but Yuan Chen carried the man, who stood over six feet tall, out of the bedroom as though he were a child, his steps steady.
Afraid of falling, Shen Yi wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Yuan Chen's shoulders and waist.
Although the hold was secure, his body still swayed gently with every step Yuan Chen took.
He had made up his mind never to try this position again... but the muscles in his lower back and inner thighs, overworked last night, were protesting with a sore, boneless ache.
Yuan Chen began inspecting the kitchen as naturally as if it were his own.
Still holding Shen Yi, he easily pulled open the refrigerator door with one hand.
It was empty except for a few bottles of chilled water.
Surveying this barren wasteland, he clicked his tongue almost inaudibly.
"What do you even live on?" A hint of disbelief colored his voice.
"...I don't cook at home."
He spent most of his day at the office, and came home so exhausted that all he wanted was to collapse into bed. Cooking seemed to have become a luxury reserved for people with time to spare, or those with household help like Yuan Chen.
His refrigerator really was spotless-there was nothing in it to make a mess.
There was little he could say in his defense, but being subjected to this "inspection" still left Shen Yi feeling embarrassingly exposed.
He rested his chin on Yuan Chen's broad shoulder and murmured, "I really am hungry..." His calves tightened around Yuan Chen's waist again, as if urging him on.
Yuan Chen took only a bottle of mineral water and nudged the refrigerator door shut with his foot.
Then he began searching the cupboards.
One arm held Shen Yi securely while