It was already evening, precisely 8:00 p.m. Zi Han stood outside Ming Ye's room with a stack of past examination papers in her arms, balancing them against her chest as she lifted her hand and knocked.
There was a brief rustle inside before his voice came through the door.
"I'm coming."
A second later the door opened, and Zi Han immediately felt the air leave her lungs.
Ming Ye stood there in nothing but a pair of dark joggers, his upper body bare except for the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder. His hair was still slightly damp as if he had just washed up, and in the soft light his skin seemed almost too pale against the white bandages.
The sight hit her with a violent wave of nostalgia. She vividly remembered the first day she had come to tutor him, when she had walked in on him half-dressed as well.
The recollection made heat creep to her ears before she quickly composed her expression.
"Why are you shirtless?" she asked, trying to sound unaffected.
