Xu Yan frowned slightly, confused.
Then, his gaze landed on the small piece of white fabric at the edge of the bed.
He noticed Shen Yuan's panicked movements—trying to cover himself up, sneaking glances his way—and suddenly, realization struck.
His star-like eyes gleamed with amusement before he quickly lowered them, hiding any trace of his thoughts.
With a slow, deliberate tone, he said, "The water is ready."
Victory was within reach.
But just as Shen Yuan was about to grab his underwear, a cold voice rang out behind him.
His entire body stiffened.
Flustered, he yelled, "Don't move! Turn around!"
Xu Yan stopped mid-step.
D3 quickly reassured him.
[It's okay, Yuan Yuan! He can't see you!]
Shen Yuan let out a relieved breath.
He snatched up his underwear and hurriedly put it on, lifting his head every few seconds to make sure Xu Yan wasn't peeking.
…
Facing the mirror, Xu Yan remained silent.
The little young master, peeking and sneaking around like a little thief, looked utterly ridiculous.
But this particular thief…
Had stolen Xu Yan's heart.
Yin Yin clearly didn't trust him.
Xu Yan's lips curled into a small, helpless smile, but his expression remained perfectly composed.
"Are you done?"
"Wait a second!"
Shen Yuan frowned. Something felt off.
Looking down, he realized—
He had put it on backwards.
Frustrated, he puffed up his cheeks and yanked it off again, ready to fix it.
Completely unaware that someone was watching his struggle from start to finish.
Xu Yan spoke up again.
"What are you doing? Do you need help?"
"No!"
Shen Yuan didn't even look up as he snapped back.
Just as he was about to slide off the bed to put his underwear back on properly, his foot stepped on the edge of the bedsheet.
His balance wavered—
And he fell forward.
[D3: Yuan Yuan!]
For a split second, Shen Yuan forgot to move his hands.
He stared, wide-eyed, as the ground rushed toward him.
Just when he was about to crash—
The expected pain never came.
Instead, a warm, steady arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him securely into an embrace.
A fresh, clean scent surrounded him.
A deep, reassuring voice whispered, "It's okay. I've got you."
Shen Yuan blinked in a daze.
When he looked up, he found himself staring into a pair of soft, light-colored eyes.
In moments of extreme shock, the brain often malfunctions.
Shen Yuan opened his mouth—
But nothing came out.
He looked completely stunned.
Xu Yan chuckled quietly.
His fingers unconsciously brushed against the young master's waist, the smooth skin soft under his touch.
The sensation was strangely addictive, like poppy flowers blooming under his fingertips.
A dangerous sort of temptation.
Realizing this, Xu Yan quickly snapped back to his senses, his expression turning neutral once again.
Without hesitation, he pulled up Shen Yuan's underwear for him.
But as the waistband snapped back into place—
A crisp snap echoed in the air.
"Xu Yan!"
Like a startled rabbit, Shen Yuan bolted out of his grasp, dashing to the corner of the room.
His face was burning as he hurriedly tightened his bathrobe.
Furious, he shot Xu Yan a glare.
Xu Yan, completely unbothered, clasped his hands behind his back and looked at him with feigned innocence.
His gaze seemed to ask—What's wrong?
"You—!"
Shen Yuan's fair ears turned an even deeper shade of red.
His delicate brows furrowed together.
He wanted to say something, but his mind was in complete chaos.
In the end, he could only glare at Xu Yan with big, misty eyes.
Like a helpless little deer, cornered in a hunter's trap.
Although D3 felt that something was off, it couldn't quite figure out what.
In the end, it awkwardly patted Shen Yuan's head in an attempt to comfort him.
[It's fine, Yuan Yuan! We're both men, what's there to be afraid of?]
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth.
[It's different, San San! H-he took the chance to touch my butt!]
D3's eyes widened in shock.
It glanced up and down at Xu Yan suspiciously.
It hadn't noticed where Xu Yan's hands had been.
Scratching its head, D3 hesitated.
[Maybe… it was an accident?]