Yan Ningke was not the only one with hot blood running through his veins.
Steam filled the bathroom, and water pattered against the floor.
Shao Ke stood in the shower enclosure, one hand braced against the wall, his eyes closed as he tried to calm himself.
He seemed to faintly hear that voice with its slightly rising pitch, making it even harder to suppress. The man roughly spat out a curse.
Droplets of condensed steam slid down the glass door, one after another.
Through the gap, his expression was impossible to make out.
After a long stretch of burning heat, the scent of photinia blossoms spread throughout the bedroom.
After walking the dog, Yan Ningke came back to help Aunt An make breakfast. He was carrying a plate out when his gaze met that of the man stepping out of the elevator.
Shao Ke gave him a sidelong glance and snorted coldly.
Yan Ningke looked utterly bewildered.
What was wrong with him? Had he taken the wrong medicine first thing in the morning?
Shao Ke wore a dark expression throughout breakfast, as though someone owed him a fortune.
Yan Ningke tried striking up a conversation several times, only to be frightened off by a gloomy look each time.
He only dared mutter silently to himself, He's like some resentful male ghost.
Not wanting to get on his bad side, Yan Ningke took Lars to the pet salon for a bath and grooming.
Lars had a regular salon, and Uncle Zhang drove them straight there.
While waiting, he spotted a drinks shop across the street and went over to buy a fruit tea.
There were a lot of people in line. Yan Ningke scanned the code with his phone and placed his order, then stood alone in a corner, his slender