Join Me?

He Juan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the loud splashes of Mu Yuze rising from the bathtub. He firmly fixed his stare on the opposite wall and did not turn around. "Y–You're done?"

"Mn, can you hand me the towel on the rack over there?"

Coincidentally, the rack Mu Yuze was talking about was right in his peripheral vision. He Juan gave a light hum, then mechanically walked toward it. His limbs seemed to have transformed into wooden blocks connected by old creaky joints. There were a few times when he thought he would trip on his own feet and planted his face on the ground. Oh God… just what the hell was wrong with him? He was not even this nervous when he was bathing Mu Yuze!

He Juan took a deep breath and reached out to grab one of the towels neatly stacked on the rack, asking in a strained voice, "Is this the one?"