AN: Hello lovelies. An image of a certain someone sitting on a certain someone's lap is on Instagram. You guys can check it out. Happy reading!
Yu Xi was focused on the floating screen the glow painting his room in cool light when the door slid open.
Jian Ci walked in wearing only a towel slung low on his hips.
Water gleamed on his skin, tracing the deep cut of his V-line, each droplet catching the light as it slid over the hard plane of his stomach. His abs were a defined map of muscle, still damp from the shower. Yu Xi's throat moved, a slow swallow, before he forced his gaze back to the screen. He heard the soft pad of footsteps, the rustle of his own bedsheets as Jian Ci lay down on his bed with a sigh.
His movements deliberate, Jian Ci shifted around. He turned, exposing the side of shoulder with a faint, pinkish bite mark. He watched Yu Xi's profile, waiting for a flicker of recognition.
Yu Xi didn't even glance over.
