After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, Duan Shen came out and glanced at Lin Xi, who was still sitting on the sofa with a dumb look on his face. “You should be in the shower.”
“Oh.” Lin Xi jumped off the sofa and headed towards his own room, humming.
Duan Shen interrupted him. “In a good mood?”
Blinking his eyes, Lin Xi coughed lightly. “Um…kind of.”
Duan Shen returned to his usual official stance. “After your shower, come over here and keep working on your apology.”
Lin Xi: “…”
When he came out after his shower, he saw Duan Shen walking from the study with his cardboard box full of figurines. “What are you doing, moving my box out?” he asked, walking up to him in a hurry.
“Dry your hair before you come out,” Duan Shen’s eyes swept over the droplets forming at the end of his hair, “When will you stop piling stuff up everywhere?”
Lin Xi blinked, mumbling unhappily, “You’re the one who stuffed your shelves full of boxes so I don’t have anywhere to put my treasures…”
“Just give them to me,” he concluded, extending his hand, “I’ll just move them to my room.”
Duan Shen frowned. “The bedroom isn’t a storage room.”
Lin Xi’s expression turned sour, his voice full of dissatisfaction, “I’m putting them in my room, not yours.”
“My room,” said Duan Shen in a matter-of-fact tone, “Isn’t that just your room?”
Lin Xi stared at…Continue Reading