Xing Han was staring intently at Kyle.
"What?" Kyle asked, deliberately not looking at Xing Han as he flipped through the magazine.
Xing Han scooted over to Kyle, who was sitting on the bed and leaning back on the headboard. He stared at Kyle seriously, not even blinking.
"What's up with you?" Xing Han asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Kyle said.
Xing Han narrowed his eyes.
It definitely was not 'nothing'.
When Kyle had exchanged positions with Edward, Xing Han had noticed it then. Kyle was acting rather unusual. At first glance, it may appear normal, but no. Xing Han could tell but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He was laughing and joking as per normal, but there was just ... something.
And now?
Now he was actually reading a magazine? And come to think of it, he had been sporting this 'turtleneck sweater/shirt' look for quite some time. Sure, he looked really dashing and all that, but it was so 'not Kyle'.
