Mo Yinan cautiously steps inside and Liu Lianyu kind of wants to rewind the past five minutes of his life because he doesn't know what possessed him to invite his stupid soulmate in.
His apartment is the perfect picture of a bachelor's den. There are countless beer cans and empty bottles left about. Two fall jackets lie on the side of the couch, not counting the one on the floor. His shoes and slippers aren't even properly placed on the shoe rack.
But Mo Yinan says nothing when he looks around and Liu Lianyu does his best to mimic nonchalant composure. "It's a bit messy. Sorry about that." A bit is more than an understatement but he still looks over his shoulder, challenging Mo Yinan to state otherwise.
Mo Yinan makes no offhanded comments. He smiles bashfully and carefully steps over the jackets on the couch to find a spot to sit. "It's okay. I don't mind."
