Xiu Yan walked towards his room and locked the door. He gently slid himself and crouched down. He didn't turn the lights on. Darkness crawled in the atmosphere and it made him feel relaxed.
"What is he even talking about?" He sulked with his pursing lips. "So what if I like Brother Zhang to put it for me? Does it matter to him? He already knew that I like Brother Zhang," he kept on talking to himself while tapping his leg.
He couldn't stand straight for a while, so he just scooted beside the door. He shifted his gaze to the window and watched the night conquer the sky.
Xiu Yan was already annoyed with himself because of his leg. If he didn't have sensitive ears, he would not end like this. His brows knitted so deep. He was about to call Sheng when he realized that he forgot his bag in the living room.
Suddenly, three knocks were heard behind his door.
Xiu Yan jolted and tapped the door loudly using his palm. "I want to be alone!" he said.
