Watching the busy bee that was Ji Cიცen, Shen Yu propped up his chin and despised himself for half a second, then lazily rolled over. He simply did not want to get up and unpack.
Although he was used to his deskmate's sporadic muttering, Ji Cიცen still paused slightly as he rummaged through his luggage. Only when he heard Shen Yu yawn sleepily did he turn around.
Shen Yu was supporting his head, his eyes watery. When he saw Ji Cიცen look over, he instinctively cupped a hand over his open mouth.
"Sleepy?" Ji Cიცen set out the toiletries he had brought and rose briskly, an almost imperceptible forcefulness in his steps as he approached Shen Yu.
"No, no." Shen Yu shook his head like a rattle drum. As Ji Cიცen drew closer, not only did his body tense, but his tongue also tied itself in knots. "Y-your bed doesn't seem to be made yet."
Although the excuse was flimsy, Ji Cიცen still stopped. The three-second pause felt like a century before he nodded, his tone unchanged. "Okay."
Seeing Ji Cიცen turn to make his bed, Shen Yu instinctively swallowed, then held his breath as he lay on his stomach, his heart pounding.
What did "okay" mean?
Was he agreeing that his bed wasn't made, or did he know I didn't want him coming over?
Does this make me seem really petty? My deskmate carried my luggage and let me choose my bed, yet here I am guarding against him like he's a thief.
Tied up in knots, Shen Yu buried his head in his pillow and whined as he swung his lower legs, visibly deflating.
Before he could work through his dilemma, mosquitoes drawn by the smell of flesh arrived with a buzz and landed purposefully on his calves.