But just as he took a step forward he paused. His gaze turned back to the bathroom door his entire body numb. He had this urge to go into the bathroom and ask if he can help him wash up. Maybe it was because he was afraid that Qie Xieling would fall and break something as he was drunk, that he turned back.

He stood on the bathroom door for a while a little hesitant to knock on the door. His hand touched the door after a long while and he called out, "Lin Lin," using the same way Lee Ya used to address him before. "Are you okay?"

Qie Xieling who couldn’t differentiate the hot and cold side of the shower tap replied back, "I am fine."

Luo Muchen’s eyes drooped before he took a step back and walked away. He stepped out of the guest bedroom, leaving behind the sound of rushing water.

Luo Muchen took off his clothes when he reached his master bedroom and entered his bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The soft lighting and the familiar scent of his preferred shower gel enveloped him, offering a momentary respite. He turned on the shower, and as the warm water cascaded down his back, memories he didn’t want to think of invaded his mind.

The image of Qie Xieling dancing with his sworn enemy, Lee Ya at the nightclub replayed in his thoughts like a broken record. The rhythm of the music, the flashing lights, and the sight of them entwined on the dance floor fueled his anger. With each beat, his heart pounded harder, matching the intensity of his emotions.

Frustration surged within him, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists. The water droplets mingled with his clenched hands as he pressed them against the tiled wall, releasing his pent-up rage with a punch. A sharp sting coursed through his knuckles, but it paled in comparison to the burning ache in his chest.

He glanced down at his trembling hand and tsked when he saw the blood on his knuckles and the wall. After taking a shower he grabbed the towel outside the shower and wiped his body.

Luo Muchen stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, feeling refreshed after a long, hot shower. As he exited the bathroom his heart skipped a beat when he noticed a figure in his closet.

It was Qie Xieling, wearing his pyjama top and a loosely wrapped towel around his waist. Luo Muchen’s mind raced with a mix of confusion and anticipation, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"What... what are you doing in my room?" Luo Muchen managed to stammer, his voice tinged with nervousness. His heartbeat quickened, matching the intensity of his curiosity.

Qie Xieling turned to face Luo Muchen, his expression unreadable. He was obviously drunk. The towel slipped slightly, revealing Qie Xieling’s powerful thighs and his perfectly sculpted, fleshy butt.

Luo Muchen’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, desperately trying to avert his gaze. He could feel desire stir within him, a potent combination of attraction and yearning.

Luo Muchen gathered his courage and asked once again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Lin Lin, please tell me... what are you doing here?"

Qie Xieling seemed to ignore the question as he picked up the towel on the ground. After he was all wrapped up he gazed at Luo Muchen. The silent tension between them grew, their eyes holding a conversation that words couldn’t capture. The air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities.

Luo Muchen’s mind swirled with conflicting emotions, his heart torn between fear and a growing realisation that there might be something more drawing him towards Qie Xieling.

He had long noticed that recently his emotions towards Qie Xieling weren’t simple but he hadn’t quite put his finger on it. But in this moment, seeing Qie Xieling’s alluring figure and feeling the raw attraction, Luo Muchen couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

Time seemed to stand still as Qie Xieling took a step closer, closing the distance between them. His voice was soft, yet filled with alluring as he finally broke the silence between them.

"Mu Mu, you don’t want me to wear your clothes? I can’t find clothes because you didn’t buy me any. I can only wear yours." As he said this Qie Xieling pulled down the pyjama top shyly his cheeks and neck flushed red in embarrassment.

Luo Muchen, "..."

His lips parted, but no words escaped. Instead, he nodded before bypassing him going to look for clothes for him.

Two steps in and Qie Xieling embraced him from behind making his entire body stiff. At that moment, he understood that their connection was deeper than he had ever imagined.

As Qie Xieling’s hand reached out to caress Luo Muchen’s hardness forming a tent from the towel their unspoken desires merged into a shared understanding. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, drawn in the moment.

Luo Muchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed before he said, "Xieling, you are drunk," his pupils trembling.

Qie Xieling was quite a sensitive drunk. He loosened his grip on Luo Muchen’s waist before slumping into the bed his limbs sprawled all over the bed.

"You are so mean," he him accused making no sense at all. He slipped underneath the covers as though hiding from him.

Luo Muchen rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming. He just wanted to go to bed yet here he was being seduced by an alluring celestial.

"Qie Xieling get off my bed," he said but who was he kidding? Qie Xieling further curled up into a ball while muttering, "No."

After that, he didn’t hear anything for a while apart from shuffling clothes. When he heard the door open that’s when he knew that Luo Muchen was leaving him alone.

Qie Xieling sat up immediately and threatened,

"Luo Muchen, if you leave that door then don’t you dare find me...ever." That was probably the second bottle of wine talking but he was resolute.

Who would have thought Luo Muchen would actually leave him?

"Don’t touch anything that you aren’t supposed to," said Luo Muchen before exiting the room. He needed space to process what he had just realised and didn’t take Qie Xieling’s words to heart at all.