Chu Yi narrowed his eyes and let go of the doorframe, walking away without another word. Ruan Quixi took that as an open invitation and without hesitation, he stepped past the threshold.
"Is this the surprise you were preparing for?"
Chu Yi's smiling voice was low and magnetic, with a heavy drawl. The drowsy feeling of laziness caused by the sun was transmitted to Ruan Quixi's ears, such a mature and charming voice only made him feel hot.
His long fingers waved towards him lightly. Ruan Quixi wasn't offended, his eyes followed the hands covered with a few blood-colored scratches and a thin layer of calluses that have been worn over the years of grasping a scalpel.