Jiang Xun had initially been on edge, worried that Fu Yanli would get even worse and start getting handsy with him.
Yet the past few days had passed without incident. Forget kissing-there hadn't even been any physical contact.
Jiang Xun's anxious heart gradually settled, though he hadn't completely let his guard down.
He didn't know whether he was overthinking it, but he kept feeling as though Fu Yanli was watching him-and his ass-whether deliberately or otherwise.
Yet whenever he looked over, the other man appeared cool and utterly devoid of desire, perfectly unashamed.
Forget it, Jiang Xun reassured himself. Finals are next week. Just hang in there a little longer, and I can pack my bags and get the hell out.
It was nearly ten at night, and outside, dazzling lights shone over streets teeming with traffic.
The sprawling apartment high above the city was exceptionally quiet. No one was in the living room.
Puppy lay asleep in his bed, hugging his giant chicken drumstick toy.
In the bedroom, Jiang Xun was growing drowsy as he read at his desk. He got up, yawned, and stretched, then grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Xun came out of the bathroom in long-sleeved pajamas printed with little bears. He tilted his head to the right and hopped a few times.
He had accidentally gotten water in his right ear while showering.
His right ear still felt a little uncomfortable, so Jiang Xun found a cotton swab and swabbed it a few times.
Only then did he pick up a dry towel and give his damp short hair a cursory rub, followed by a quick blast with the hair dryer.
Then he brushed the loose strands off his forehead, opened the drawer beside