Don't have the tables turned on you
Xi Zirui feels as if he's walking on quicksand in this world.
Any misstep could sever the delicate connection brewing between them.
But he doesn't think he's imagining the heat behind Han Yu's eyes.
Then again, it could only be wishful thinking making him see romantic intention where there's only filial piety. It's not as if he understands the intricacies of a master/disciple relationship to know for certain what constitutes overstepping or not.
He hears a chime followed by a deep sigh. "Host is thinking too much."
She might be right about that. The aphrodisiac's effects are still wreaking havoc through his body.
He wants nothing more than to stop thinking and just let go.
Han Yu's hands would feel so soothing on his skin. What is there to worry about beyond that?
Letting himself sink further into the soapy water, Xi Zirui turns his neck to the side and sighs. "Han Yu may do as he wishes."