Ending the call, he sat on the bed with a smile.
Just then, Zixuan came out from the bathroom. He stepped out, towel draped around his neck, hair damp, skin glowing faintly from the heat.
Haoran looked up, admiring the sight in front of him. Meeting Haoran's gaze, Zixuan averted his eyes quickly.
Zixuan caught the look immediately. "What?" he asked flatly, raising a brow.
"Nothing," Haoran said quickly, but his gaze betrayed him.
Zixuan sighed and shook his head, reaching for the wardrobe. "You're really bad at pretending."
Haoran chuckled softly, resting his chin in his palm. The love in his eyes couldn't be more pronounced. "Maybe because I don't want to pretend around you."
Zixuan shot him a glare, but there was a faint blush at the tips of his ears. "Whatever."
"Let me have my bath." Haoran stood from the bed, walking straight to the bathroom to grab his bag.
