He opened the drawer and made a show of rummaging through the ordinary contents. He pulled back, pouting, putting on a show of disappointment. "Little Xi, there's nothing here."
Yu Xi let out a frustrated, needy sound. "Tap it. The side. Tap the fucking side."
Jian Ci's smile widened. He did as he was told, rapping his knuckles against the smooth wood. A quiet click sounded, and a hidden panel sprang open a fraction. Jian Ci hooked a finger into the gap and pulled.
The small, secret space was revealed. Inside was a half-used bottle of clear lubricant and a full, unopened box of condoms. No, not a box. Several boxes, stacked neatly.
Jian Ci's smirk turned into something darker, more amused. He pulled out the lube, holding it up. It was cool in his hand. He looked at the stash of condoms, then back at Yu Xi's flushed, expectant face.
"Little Xi," he said, his voice dropping to a husky rumble. "How often did we do this that you have got a yearly supply hidden in here?"
