An: Happy Fri-Yay and happy Halloween hehehe. Wish I had done a spooky chapter. Anyway, happy reading. See you in the comments my pretties (in an evil witch voice)... hehehehe
Jian Ci had been sprawled across his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. His quilt was half on the floor, half tangled around his legs, and his limbs were flung in every direction like he had collapsed mid-flight.
He blinked groggily, the room spinning slightly. What was supposed to be a short nap had turned into hours of unconsciousness, leaving him feeling like he had woken from a drunken stupor.
Still dazed, he didn't bother with a shirt or pants. He padded barefoot to the adjoining door between the rooms and slipped through. Yu Xi's bed was neatly made, but Jian Ci flopped onto it without ceremony, burying his face in the pillow.
"Little Xi," he mumbled, voice muffled. But there was no response.
