Wang Dong was already stretched out on the bed. The dry and cool smell from the blanket being basked in the sun helped him relax. He took a deep breath, and he felt as if he could smell a scent that belonged uniquely to Huo Yuhao.

“Silly boy. We aren’t that young anymore, I will definitely help you relax. However, do you know what it means for me to take you back home?” he muttered under his breath, and couldn’t help but blush. Fortunately, the sky was dark and helped him cover up, so it wasn’t so obvious.

Huo Yuhao took a little longer than Wang Dong in the shower. When he came out from the bathroom with a clean body and mind, he realized that Wang Dong had already fallen asleep. He’s sleeping so soundly. He must have been tired after journeying for the entire day.

He pulled up Wang Dong’s blanket gently and laid back on his own mattress. He placed his hands behind his head, and suddenly realized that quietly listening to Wang Dong’s rhythmic breathing was actually very relaxing.

He recalled something that Xuan Ziwen had remarked about him some time ago: “Daydreaming must be the most...