After ten minutes.
The bathroom door opens.
Shi Tingbai steps out, a towel in his hand, drying his hair. He wears Lu Yiyu's bathrobe, his skin pale against the dark, wet strands of his hair, tames the wildness normally playing on his face.
His physique is not slender, but muscular and strong.
Lu Yiyu leans back on the sofa, one hand on the backrest, the other holding a cigarette. His thin lips exhale a thin puff of gray smoke, his gaze undeniably following the boy.
Unashamed.
Bare.
Under the man's gaze, Shi Tingbai feels like a rabbit who's just stepped into a hunter's trap.
"What kind of look is that?"
His response is stiff but he's not willing to lose face. He plops down on a chair across from the man and locks eyes with him.
The man continued to stare at him with an amused, heated gaze.
Lu Yiyu nonchalantly flicks ash from his cigarette into the ashtray on the table.
"Worn it yet? Does it fit?"
His eyebrow lifts as his eyes wander lower.
