Xin Hulei doesn't fight Yao Shen's grip on his sleeve, and allows himself to be led towards the secluded room.
Yao Shen closes the door behind them, but is unable to look Xin Hulei in the eye. Staring at his feet in mortification.
He has no idea how to breach the subject. Especially because as usual, Xin Hulei's face doesn't reveal anything.
He's content to look at Yao Shen in silence, his opaque eyes inscrutable.
"What happened last night?" Yao Shen finally asks, swallowing down the mortification clogging his throat.
"What do you think happened?" Xin Hulei asks.
Yao Shen lifts his chin to glare up at him. "Why are you answering a question with another one?"
"Why are you?" Xin Hulei retorts, leaning his shoulder against the wall behind him in an indolent slouch.
Taking a steadying breath, Yao Shen reminds himself to stay calm. He doesn't want to be the talk on weibo for going from kissing his costar to murdering him.
