"Pei Yang, are you not coming over tomorrow?" Feng Chuxun sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down as Pei Yang packed his clothes.
Pei Yang murmured an assent. Then there was a knock at the bedroom door.
He knew it was Feng Wanting. Without turning around, he said, "After work tomorrow, I'm going back to my own place."
Feng Wanting leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over the neatly folded shirt in Pei Yang's hands.
Feng Chuxun kept pouting, his bright eyes brimming with hurt, but he was sensible enough not to cry or make a fuss.
At eleven, the lights went out, but all three people in bed lay with their eyes wide open.
"Pei Yang, Feng Wanting!" Feng Chuxun called softly to them. "Are you asleep?"
Pei Yang and Feng Wanting answered in unison, their voices overlapping. "Not yet."
"Great!" Feng Chuxun said. "I just remembered something. You still haven't called each other hubby and wifey!"
Pei Yang: "?"
Feng Wanting: "!"
Neither of them answered Feng Chuxun.
Feng Chuxun got angry. "Stop pretending to be asleep! You promised me you would!"
Pei Yang's breathing stopped for a moment. Feng Chuxun waited a long time before he heard Feng Wanting's reply. "We'll do it in private."
"Why in private?" Feng Chuxun rolled over and hugged Feng Wanting's arm. "Why can't you do it in front of me?"
Feng Wanting's voice held an indulgent smile. "Because he's shy."
Pei Yang: "..."
"He gets shy in front of me, but not in front of you?" Feng Chuxun asked.
"Why does a kid need to ask so many questions?" Feng Wanting tucked Feng Chuxun's hands, which were clinging to his arm, under the covers and whispered in his ear, "All I can promise is that I'll get him to say