The dorm room was decent: two people to a room, with a private bathroom. Apart from the dated furnishings, it was reasonably clean and tidy.
Jian Ran lay on the bed, the irritating rush of water from the bathroom filling his ears.
His face was full of discomfort, and his imagination ran wild.
Fair skin soaked by running water, powerful strength beneath the muscles...
"Fuck!" Jian Ran cursed irritably. "This is fucking ridiculous!"
"I actually feel this way about a man..."
"What about a man?"
The bathroom door had opened at some point. Lu Yanting emerged bare-chested with a bath towel around his waist, droplets falling from his sharply defined features and slowly tracing down the prominence of his throat.
Jian Ran instinctively looked over, his expression going blank for a moment before he frowned. "I'm going out for some air."
With that, he sprang off the bed and shot straight out of the room like an arrow released from a bow.
Lu Yanting never even got the words "I'll come with you" out.
He looked at the door, which had all but slammed shut, and his expression darkened. "Does the honey trap really not work at all?"
Lu Yanting returned to the bathroom and turned this way and that before the mirror. "My definition looks pretty good. Definitely better than that brat Ji Yuanming's..."
With the chilly corridor air blowing over him, Jian Ran felt considerably more clearheaded.
No wonder his master had told him when he graduated that he had to resist sugar-coated bullets, especially in the entertainment industry.
Men or women, they were all fucking temptresses!
While his thoughts wandered, Jian Ran had already left the dorm building. Several patients were working in the courtyard, holding professional pruning shears and staring blankly at him.
"Carry on. Don't