The villa was quiet when they returned, the late afternoon sun staining the walls in shades of gold and orange. The cool interior air was a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the day.
Yanchen slipped off his jacket almost the instant they entered, tugging at his collar with faint irritation.
His lips twitched as he caught sight of his reflection in the hallway mirror, his skin, usually pale and composed, bore uneven marks where the sun had caught him, red along his neck and the sides of his face.
Even his hands showed a faint line of sun where his cuffs had ended.
"Tch." He exhaled softly, more amused than angry, but still displeased with the sight.
Liu Fan, who had already unbuttoned half his shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, wasn't faring much better. The sun had painted his forearms and nose in shades of red, and his hair, usually sleek, was sticking slightly from sweat and dust.
