Mu Yuze kept his breathing slow and even as his ears took in the sound of the door being gently closed. Light and steady, the footsteps approached where he was before stopping right beside the bed.
'Don't twitch, eyelids,' he prayed desperately as the unmistakable presence belonging to He Juan filled every inch and corner of the room. The intoxicating pheromones, which he could only sneakily sniff through the suit jacket a moment ago, seemed to intensify until he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, causing his heart to skip a beat.
As silence continued to drag inside the room, sweat began to form on Mu Yuze's forehead. W–Why was He Juan standing beside the bed for so long? What was he doing? He couldn't have been staring at Mu Yuze's face all this time, right??
