After soaking in the hot springs, Jiang Xun retreated to his room and never came back out.
He tossed and turned in bed late into the night, with no idea when he finally fell asleep. By the time he woke, it was broad daylight.
It was exactly nine in the morning. Jiang Xun sat on the bed with his hair sticking up like a bird's nest, taking ages to shake off his grogginess.
Last night, he had dreamed of Fu Yanli wearing nothing but swimming trunks, stroking his abs and swiveling his hips right in front of him.
He really shouldn't watch so many thirst-trap livestreams.
Just as Jiang Xun hugged his blanket, looking utterly mortified, two knocks sounded at the door.
The deep, resonant voice of the man from his wet dream carried through the door. "Xiao Xun, are you up?"
Jiang Xun hurriedly answered, "Just got up!"
Fu Yanli didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He merely reminded him, "All right, get washed up first. We'll go have breakfast in a bit."
Jiang Xun raked a hand through his hair, scrambled out of bed, and hurried to wash up and get dressed.
By the time he emerged from his room, Fu Yanli was already fully dressed, sitting on the living room sofa with his eyes slightly lowered as he idly leafed through a magazine.
For once, he wasn't wearing a suit. He had on a black windbreaker with loose casual pants in the same color and a pair of work-style combat boots.
A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, giving him a more relaxed, sporty look that made him seem younger. People would have believed it if he said he was a college student.
Jiang Xun glanced down at himself. As luck would have it, he