Yao Shen slips into Xin Hulei's bedroom without being noticed.
He passes through the living room where Tan Liansi is sleeping unaware in the sofa without disturbing her, and manages to sneak into the bedroom with barely a noise.
He closes the door behind him with a soft thud. Xin Hulei is asleep on his front, hugging a pillow to his face. The faint glow of the moon seeps in through the gaps in the blinds, limning his slender, muscular back in silver.
He doesn't stir when Yao Shen crawls up on the bed beside him, even with the extra weight on the mattress.
Yao Shen lays down beside him, content to admire him quietly. Xin Hulei isn't a very expressive person unless he's acting, and his face doesn't change much when he's sleeping, but it's somehow more relaxed, softer.
His lashes cast crisscrossing shadows on his cheeks that Yao Shen can't help but want to run his fingertips over.
