Third Most Important

As he had no clean clothes to wear, Song Zhuyu could only slip into Rui Ye's room once more and sift through his wardrobe. Rui Ye was deeply asleep by now, and even if he were awake, he wouldn't have imagined that there was a naked man strutting around his room shamelessly. 

As he expected, Rui Ye's wardrobe mostly contained white shirts and plain black slacks, which was the most boring outfit choice in Song Zhuyu's opinion. Well, not that he could blame the man since the one who bought these clothes might have not even been him. 

Song Zhuyu snatched a random pair of trousers and could barely squeeze himself into it, and when it came to the shirt… it was so small that he couldn't possibly button it up without tearing the fabric apart, so he was left with no other choice but to leave all the buttons undone, revealing a wide expanse of his chiseled chest.

"Mnn…" Rui Ye stirred and mumbled something softly under his breath.