YIREN
"Asshole. Duffus. Buffoon. Monkey. Satan. Jerk—" I stop mid-rant, noticing Rui calmly setting the dinner table. Right. Focus, Yiren. Jun was right. Can't let her think something's up.
I bite my tongue and give a tight smile, trying to play it cool, but inside, I'm still spiraling. What the actual fck was that back there? Why couldn't I tear my eyes away?* I can't believe I just stood there, practically drooling. Sure, the man's hot. I mean, no one could deny that. But he's Jun. Ugh, am I that intimacy-deprived? Maybe I should take a break and use one of my battery-operated boyfriends.
God, Yiren. Get it together. You need that release.
I take a deep breath, turning to Rui with a forced casualness. "Hi, could you tell me where my things are? I don't see my bags anywhere."
Rui smiles warmly. "They arrived this morning, madam. We've unpacked everything and arranged it in your closet."
