Jiang Xun jolted and sprang out of Shen Wangjing's arms, nearly cracking the back of his head against the bed frame.
"What are you doing!" He clutched the back of his neck and turned around, eyes wide, the spot that had been kissed burning like fire.
Shen Wangjing straightened, put the hair dryer back in the cabinet, and smoothed the hem of his pajamas where Jiang Xun had rumpled it.
He looked up, his gaze lingering for a moment on Jiang Xun's scarlet ear tips, his expression unchanged. "Your hair wasn't dry."
"Then why did you kiss me!"
"I misjudged."
Jiang Xun was so embarrassed that his chest felt tight, yet his usually eloquent mouth couldn't produce a single word. All he could do was turn back fiercely, pick his workbook up off the floor, and shove it into Shen Wangjing's arms.
"Explain these problems to me. If you don't do a good job, you're sleeping on the floor tonight!"
Shen Wangjing took the workbook, sat on the edge of the bed, and really did start explaining the problems one by one.
Jiang Xun hugged the quilt, his eyes fixed on Shen Wangjing's fingertips as he wrote and drew on the scratch paper, but all he could hear was his own racing heartbeat.
He paid very little attention to the explanation.
There was no way Shen Wangjing could miss how Jiang Xun's gaze kept straying inside his collar. He stopped writing and turned his head, abruptly closing the distance between them.
"Are you listening?"
"Yes," Jiang Xun answered instantly, his eyes still glued to his collarbone.
"Repeat the explanation for this problem."
Jiang Xun opened his mouth, but couldn't repeat any of it. After struggling for a full five seconds, he flung the quilt aside, lunged forward, and pinned Shen