Taking the clothes from the costume designer, Chu Xinghui went into the Dressing Room to try them on.
Wen Qinglin wore an opera costume for his character photos, and Chu Xinghui really had no idea how to put on the bright red opera robe.
He poked his head out of the Dressing Room, intending to ask the costume designer how to wear it.
To his surprise, Pei Hanmo was the only one left in the makeup room, standing by the door. Seeing Chu Xinghui poke his head out, he raised an eyebrow at him.
"What is it, Older Brother?"
"Nothing."
Chu Xinghui pulled his head back inside and stared at the clothes on the stool, stumped.
The Dressing Room door was knocked on by Pei Hanmo, his low voice sounding from outside.
"Older Brother, the costume designer went to the bathroom. Having trouble getting dressed? Shall I help?"
It was as though he had known all along that Chu Xinghui wouldn't know how to put it on.
"Older Brother, you're going to run out of time."
Chu Xinghui gripped the Dressing Room door, his four fingers tinged a faint pink.
"Come in."
He turned his back, refusing to look at Pei Hanmo as he entered.
Pei Hanmo immediately opened the door and stepped inside. Chu Xinghui held the clothes over his chest, his back to Pei Hanmo.
"You... you have to hurry."
His back was not frail. Pei Hanmo stepped forward, picked up the clothes, and gently moved closer to Chu Xinghui.
Catching the scent of mint and lemon, Chu Xinghui immediately held his breath.
He remembered how good Pei Hanmo had been at keeping his pheromones in check. Why did he seem unable to rein them in now?
Out of his sight, Pei Hanmo's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice