“Are you Mr. Ming?”

Ming Che looked at the unfamiliar man and the person he was supporting, whose face was obscured. He nodded suspiciously.

“Do you need something from me?”

“It’s not me, actually. It’s our Young Master. He’s been saying he wants to see you, so I figured it must be something important.”

“Your Young Master is?” Although he asked, Ming Che already had a hunch.

“Young Master, Mr. Ming is here. Didn’t you want to see him?”

Ming Che watched as the man lifted his head, and sure enough, it was the person he expected. However, this person seemed a bit off.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Young Master had dinner and drank a bit tonight.”

Since Ming Che had also been drinking, he hadn’t noticed the alcohol scent on Wen Lin.

“Alright, you can go.”

Wen Lin pushed away the assistant supporting him and staggered towards Ming Che. Each step was unsteady, and he inevitably fell into Ming Che’s arms.

“Very well, Young Master. I’ll come to pick you up in the morning.”

“Wait a minute.” Ming Che called out to the man about to leave.

“Are you sure you want to leave him here with me?”

“Mr. Ming, Young Master seems to trust you a lot, and I can’t go against his orders,” the man replied.

Ming Che was forced to take on this troublesome situation. Staying in the hallway wasn’t ideal, so he opened the door and brought Wen Lin inside.

Wen Lin leaned against him like he had no bones, and Ming Che struggled to move him, eventually laying him on the sofa.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Ming Che informed him, planning to wash off the alcohol scent. He turned on the shower and closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

He opened his eyes and saw the person at the door.

“I’m showering.”

Wen Lin stared at him, looking a bit dazed. “I want to shower too.”

“Only one person can shower at a time. You need to leave.”

Wen Lin ignored him. “I want to shower.”

“…”

Ming Che turned his back, mentally strong enough to finish his shower. He dried off with a towel and changed into pajamas.

“Go ahead and shower.”

Wen Lin blocked the way out. Ming Che pushed him aside and left.

Too lazy to deal with him, Ming Che lay down on the bed.

Whether it was the alcohol or just how Wen Lin was now, he used to be embarrassed about washing underwear at his place, but now he didn’t even blink at seeing him shower.

Ming Che lay on the bed for a while, hearing no sound from the bathroom. Reluctantly, he got up to check.

Wen Lin sat in the bathtub, hugging his legs, looking both amusing and pitiful.

Ming Che knocked on the door.

“Weren’t you going to shower?”

Wen Lin glanced at him with annoyance, as if he was the one being disturbed.

[What should I do, 977? He seems out of it.]

[Host, he’s drunk.]

Tsk, let’s help this poor drunkard.

Ming Che walked over.

“Take off your clothes.”

Wen Lin flinched, clutching his shirt collar tightly.

Difficult.

“Relax, I’m not going to do anything to you. You need to take off your clothes to shower.”

Ming Che explained, reaching for the buttons on his vest.

One, two, all undone.

Next was the shirt.

“No.”

Wen Lin grabbed his hand, startled.

“Why not?”

Ming Che gave a deceptively gentle smile, trying to free his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything.”

Though coming from him, it wasn’t very convincing.

Wen Lin seemed somewhat reassured, his grip loosening, allowing Ming Che to unbutton his shirt and remove it.

“Do you want me to do the pants, or will you?”

Ming Che’s hand moved down, but Wen Lin slapped it away. Taking off someone’s pants was indeed a bit much.

“Fine, just shower like this.”

Ming Che turned on the water, adjusting it to a suitable temperature, filling the bathtub. Once the water reached the right level, he turned it off.

He casually tossed a bath bomb into the tub.

“Enjoy.”

“Where are you going?”

Wen Lin grabbed his hand.

“What, need company for a bath?” Ming Che sat on the edge of the tub, teasing him.

Wen Lin didn’t respond, just buried his face in his hand, looking exhausted.

Ming Che playfully pinched his face, using his other hand to poke his cheek.

“Want me to get you some rubber duckies? To play with while you bathe.”

Ming Che’s playful mood was rare, and the thought of the scene amused him. Just as he was laughing, Wen Lin suddenly looked up at him.

“?”

What kind of look was that?

In a moment of distraction, Wen Lin pulled him into the tub.

What the heck is this?

Water splashed, and Wen Lin leaned in, one hand on his waist, the other cupping his face. The position triggered some distant memories for Ming Che.

He vaguely recalled doing something similar to Wen Lin, but now the roles were reversed, and it wasn’t as pleasant.

“Wen Lin, take your bath.”

Ming Che touched his face, speaking softly.

“Stop messing around, okay? I’ll get mad.”

Wen Lin looked displeased but obediently let go. Ming Che stood up from the tub and quickly left the bathroom.

He changed clothes, finding a set for Wen Lin as well. He placed the clean clothes on the rack by the tub, reminding Wen Lin to change after his bath.

After all the fuss, he could finally lie down and rest. Ming Che turned over, ready to sleep.

He should have been asleep long ago, if not for Wen Lin’s sudden arrival…

The person on the bed breathed steadily, his sleeping face nestled in the soft pillow, completely non-threatening. It seemed like anything could be done to him.

Wen Lin sat by the bed, reaching out to touch his face, then slowly withdrew his hand.

“He’d get mad, right?”

It was unclear who he was talking to.

Wen Lin carefully lay on the other side, curling up in a small space. He closed his eyes, feeling enveloped in comfort and softness. Suddenly, he felt the person beside him move, followed by an arm draping over him.

The sleeping person seemed to mistake him for a pillow or something, tightening his hold and burying his face against him, hair brushing his neck, breath warm on his chin.

Wen Lin felt his body temperature rise, finding the blanket too warm. Feeling the presence beside him, Wen Lin hesitated but eventually hugged him back.

He closed his eyes, as if floating on clouds.

…

Ming Che’s internal clock woke him on time. His first reaction upon opening his eyes was:

So stuffy.

The arm around him held him tightly. He couldn’t believe he had slept in this position all night.

As for the culprit, it was, of course, the person beside him.

Ming Che reached for Wen Lin’s hand, trying to remove it. Even in sleep, his grip was strong. Ming Che struggled for a while with little success.

He gave up, reaching for his phone on the bedside table to check for new messages.

Nothing had changed in the schedule. His scenes were in the afternoon, so he could continue sleeping.

As he turned off the phone, he saw Wen Lin open his eyes.

“Awake? You’re not going to ask why you’re here, are you?”

Wen Lin froze. Ming Che, for convenience, had some of his weight on Wen Lin. Their position would be hard to explain to a third party.

“I drank too much yesterday.”

Ming Che smiled. “I know. Your assistant said you had something important to tell me. Do you remember what it was?”

Wen Lin’s expression went blank for a moment.

Did he say that?

“Guess you don’t remember. No worries, but could you let go of me first?”

At his words, Wen Lin’s hand instantly released. Ming Che sat up, slipped on his slippers, and headed to the bathroom, giving him space.

Wen Lin’s mind was likely more tangled than a ball of yarn.

In a good mood, Ming Che brushed his teeth, glancing at Wen Lin’s discarded suit pants and a phone nearby.

“…”

He hadn’t taken Wen Lin’s phone out yesterday.

Ming Che picked it up, trying to turn it on. The screen flickered briefly before going dark, unresponsive to further attempts.

It was completely dead.

Ming Che finished his morning routine and tossed the broken phone to Wen Lin.

“Your phone seems broken.”

The phone was unresponsive, and Wen Lin couldn’t remember his assistant’s number. He sat up and asked, “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

“Yeah, behind the mirror in the bathroom.”

“Okay.”

Wen Lin got up, quickly heading to the bathroom.

Amusing.

Ming Che stretched, calling the hotel to order two breakfasts.

The hotel was efficient. Breakfast arrived before Wen Lin emerged from the bathroom. Ming Che set the table and started eating.

Wen Lin came out later. Ming Che called him over for breakfast. Wen Lin had somehow gotten his hair wet while washing his face, so Ming Che handed him a tissue.

Breakfast was porridge and fried eggs, quite ordinary. Ming Che bit into an egg, grimacing as he picked out a piece of shell.

“That’s normal.”

He sometimes got eggshells in his own cooking.

The porridge was hot. Ming Che blew on each spoonful before eating.

Wen Lin ate silently. They didn’t speak until a knock broke the silence. Wen Lin got up to answer.

Voices came from the door. Ming Che watched him bring in a set of clothes, then head to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he emerged in a suit.

“Sorry for the trouble last night. I’m leaving.”

Wen Lin spoke with his back to him, then opened the door and left.

Hmm—

Ming Che stretched.

He really left, huh.