Xin Hulei peers deeply into Yao Shen's eyes, looking as if he's trying to read something in them.
He's so close that Yao Shen can feel the steady puffs of his breath against his skin, making the translucent peach fuzz on his cheeks stand on end from each exhale.
Yao Shen's eyelashes have fluttered closed in anticipation of a kiss by the time Xin Hulei speaks:
"These yin yang eyes of yours, they're very unusual."
Without preamble he touches Yao Shen's eyelid gently and slides it upwards towards his eyebrow so he can continue looking into the eye.
Sputtering, Yao Shen pulls away from his touch, his cheeks flaming with indignation.
The worst part is that his heart is still racing.
"What are you doing, getting so close to me in just your underwear, go put something on," Yao Shen says, closing the fingers of his right hand over the material of his tshirt, wishing it was a jacket he could pull together tighter.
