Stepping onto the stairs, he stiffened at the sight of Vincent ascending the staircase.
Using the stair railing for support, Vincent, step by step, approached him. Only when he found someone blocking his path, did he look up slowly.
Mu Tiancheng noted the red flush on his face, clearly, he had drunk too much.
Vincent's hand, holding onto the railing, trembled. Slowly, he moved aside, clearing the way. As Mu Tiancheng walked past him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand. Mu Tiancheng jerked in surprise, glaring back at him.
With a longing gaze, Vincent stared at him, his eyes filled with vulnerability.
Mu Tiancheng shook him off, shouldered the tent, and headed downstairs.
Midnight fell, and the sky started to rain. Mu Tiancheng grudgingly hauled the tent back to his room.
Vincent couldn't sleep. Hearing the noise, he propped himself up to look at him.
He threw the tent onto the floor, closed the door, and went to the bathroom.
