They did not, in fact, manage to make it to Shen Nianzu's bedroom.
In his defense, it was all this dumb husky's fault who insisted on carrying him in his arms. Shen Nianzu yelped in surprise when his feet suddenly left the ground, moaning as the new position brought him even closer to Jin Jiuchi to the point where not even a sheet of paper could come between them. He instinctively locked his legs around the man's torso as he flailed his arms around, flustered,
"Let me down, you bastard! I can walk on my own!"
"Don't wannaaa~" the said bastard drawled with an infuriating smirk on his lips. "What a liar, Nian'er. You like it when I carry you like this, don't you?"
"Wha—" Shen Nianzu gaped at him in disbelief, his face exploding in crimson. He needed not look into the mirror to know that his face must resemble a boiled lobster right now. "Y–You're talking nonsense!"
