Ambrose was leaning against A-Xuan's dressing room door listening. When he heard footsteps approaching, he ran to his and closed it behind him.
He walked to the mirror looking at himself. He violently swiped every item on the dresser with rage. Ambrose took a seat on the chair breathing loudly.
He's fuckin him, he's fuckin A-Xuan. He couldn't have misheard the sound coming out of his dressing room. He looked down thinking. If they are having that kind of quick sex, then they're not serious.
Caitian is probably using him for relief. He knows that to Caitian he is like a perfect angel that can never be soiled.
So he just needs to perform an act that'll show him that he'll always be his guardian angel. Ambrose smiled mischievously as he made a phone call.
A-Xuan was leaning against the shower room listening to Caitian's retreating steps. When he finally left, he leaned back against the door as though he was out of strength.
