The sound of water droplets coming from the bathroom merged with the sound of rain outside the house.
Mo Xi went back to the bedroom and picked up the book, but he couldn’t read it anymore. The words on the book seemed to move suddenly, and they spontaneously spelled Pei Hao’s name.
One minute…
five minutes…
ten minutes have passed, and the book is still on the first page, untouched.
Mo Xi closed the book with a snap, and lay flat on the bed in frustration.
The water in the bathroom was turned off, and he could clearly hear Pei Hao’s footsteps from the shower to the door. The door opened, and Pei Hao came out and stopped in front of his bedroom.
“Is there any clothes I can wear?” Pei Hao’s low voice came from the door.
Mo Xi turned his head and glanced, Pei Hao had no strands on his upper body, and there were still water droplets hanging on his sturdy chest. He leaned against the bedroom door around a bath towel and looked at him with a smile.
Damn, how could he forget about Pei Hao’s lack of clothes to change!
Judging from the experience of the two of them for so many years, this situation is very likely to go wrong.
Mo Xi avoided Pei Hao’s sight, jumped up from the bed, and hurriedly went through the closet.
Pei Hao leaned his head against the door with one hand, looking at Mo Xi’s flustered appearance, somehow, he wanted to laugh a little. Moxie stood in front of the wardrobe, bent slightly, his slender legs were still straight, and his hips curled into a beautiful line. Pei Hao’s Adam’s apple slipped and walked slowly behind Mo Xi. He clasped his hands on the person in front of him who was rummaging through boxes and   cabinets.
Mo Xi was stunned in place, and before he could react, Pei Hao took him to the bed.
  …
When he lay back on the bed, Moxie was too tired to open his eyes, but his legs were still shaking slightly. Pei Hao hugged him from behind, put his head on his hair, and looked serious:
“I will never let go of your hand in the future.”
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