After playing with Yun Hu for hours, the girls finally left.
The apartment returned to its quiet rhythm.
Chen stood at the sink, sleeves slightly rolled up, washing the dishes. The soft sound of running water filled the kitchen.
Behind him, Xu Jin wiped down the table slowly, his movements unhurried.
When he finished, he didn't immediately sit.
Instead, he glanced toward Chen.
Chen was focused on the dishes, unaware.
Xu Jin walked over.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Chen from behind.
Chen froze.
Xu Jin's chest pressed firmly against his back. One arm circled his waist securely, the other resting higher, holding him in place. He lowered his chin onto Chen's shoulder, breath warm against his neck.
Chen's fingers tightened around the dish he was holding.
"Xu Jin…"
He instinctively tried to step forward—
But Xu Jin's hold tightened slightly.
"Don't move," Xu Jin murmured softly near his ear.
The tone wasn't loud.
But it was intimate.
Too intimate.
