When Xiao Zai returned to their bedroom, Chu Yun was already there -- predictable, considering he hadn't gone far.
"Did you talk with Gu Wei?" Chu Yun asked. He was lying on top of the bed covers in his inner robes, with a folded up bamboo-strip scroll in hand.
The sultry night air came in through the open windows, rustling the ends of the closed canopy around the bed and the hems of Chu Yun's thin robes. The warm glow of candlelight threw Chu Yun's features into sharp relief, Xiao Zai's eyes were immediately drawn to the ways the robes clung to his skin.
Chu Yun noticed his distraction with an amused smirk, and set the scroll to the side with a pointed look.
"Uh, no, I went to see A-Xiang," Xiao Zai said, clearing his throat.
"Oh, I thought you'd want to straighten things out with him."
