Feng Wanting stormed upstairs to the bedroom, his footsteps heavy and a furious heat churning inside him. Those two had gone too far. It was bad enough that they had served each other food at dinner and treated him like he was invisible, but now they had gone to bed without even calling him.
"I want to sleep with Dad and Mom." ×
"I want to sleep with Mom." √
That was more like it, right?
That had to be it. He had known Xile for five years, and never once had Xile said he wanted to sleep in the same room as him. Yet now he was clinging so tightly to Pei Yang.
Feng Wanting forcefully turned the bedroom doorknob, ready to tell the two of them off, but there was only a child sitting on the carpet.
Feng Chuxun turned around and beat Feng Wanting to the complaint. "What took you so long to come upstairs?"
Feng Wanting's indignation caught in his throat. "Did anyone call me?"
Feng Chuxun thought about it. Apparently not. He shook his head honestly.
"Where's Pei Yang?" No sooner had Feng Wanting spoken than the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
"He's showering!"
"..."
Feng Wanting's thoughts began to wander.
Pei Yang was showering... Pei Yang was showering...
Pei Yang was showering in his house, just one wall away from him.
The water pattered in a muted rush. If he listened carefully, he could even hear the sound change as it struck skin. The occasional pauses in the flow made images rise unbidden in Feng Wanting's mind-warm water sliding over Pei Yang's porcelain-white skin, the line of his waist appearing and disappearing in the hot steam, and those always-distant eyes misted with moisture.
"..."
Before he knew it, Feng Wanting had