Wenzhi slowly pushed himself off the bed and walked over, studying him carefully.
"Sleeping beauty?" He snapped his fingers in front of Xinyuan's face.
Xinyuan just blinked at him silently.
Wenzhi stared for a second before scoffing in disbelief. "You are fucking sleepwalking."
Still no response.
With a heavy sigh, Wenzhi grabbed his wrist and guided him toward the bed. Xinyuan obediently sat down like a puppet with loose strings while Wenzhi remained standing in front of him.
Only then did Xinyuan finally react.
His gaze slowly focused on Wenzhi's face. Recognition appeared bit by bit before a small smile tugged at his lips, dimples faintly showing as the tips of his ears reddened.
"Freckles…" He lifted a hand as if he wanted to touch Wenzhi's face, but Wenzhi caught his wrist with both hands before he could.
"What is going on with you?" he asked.
Xinyuan pressed his lips together without answering.
Wenzhi leaned in instead, only to catch the faint smell of alcohol.
