Why don't I go and ask little Chenchen?
Yuan Ge thinks to himself.
He is so deep into cosplaying Rong Qiuchen that he might be able to figure out the things about the male to male relationship that I have not thought of.
The guy hasn't been out much since he went into my home cinema, probably because he has been watching movies like crazy. I don't think I've seen him for the past few days except for dinner. Of course, I've been too busy reading this million-word tome to bother with him as well.
With this in mind, Yuan Ge went downstairs and pushed open the door to his mother's room, which is now Rong Qiuchen's domain.
The curtain on the large carved bed is hanging low and the incense is burning slowly, but no one is in the room.
