Don't Be Afraid

He Juan coughed, feeling oddly guilty as if he had been caught red-handed doing something he shouldn't. No, wait… why would he feel guilty? In his defense, he had not said anything about retreating to the bedroom, had he?

"Xiao Ze, fancy seeing you here!" He plastered a huge smile on his face, stood up and went to open the door wider. "What brings you to—" the rest of his words ended up being stuck on his throat once he took in Mu Yuze's whole appearance.

Wet hair that was still dripping water, glossy dark eyes and slightly flushed cheeks… it was apparent that Mu Yuze had just taken a nice warm bath. However, that was not the thing that shocked He Juan the most.

It was the oversized black shirt he was wearing, one that hung down his knees like a dress. T–That was the shirt He Juan had lent him the first night he came here, right? To think that Mu Yuze – the grouchy and bad-tempered Mu Yuze – would consciously choose to wear He Juan's shirt as pajamas…