"What's he doing here?"
Nie Yizhou poked his head out from under the blankets and exhaled sharply.
For so reason, at that mont, it felt eerily like they were sneaking around—like they were doing sothing illicit.
A guilty conscience prickled at him...
"Never mind him. Let's keep going." Xiao Feng strode toward the bed.
Nie Yizhou’s ears burned. "Keep going with what? Aren’t we supposed to shower?"
"Then... let’s continue inside."
Nie Yizhou: "......"
Inside the bathroom, the temperature kept rising.
Every now and then, the sounds of sothing... harmonious drifted out.
"Damn it! Where are you touching?!"
"What’s wrong with a little touch?"
"Are you seriously doing this?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Tch... fine, then I’m touching you back."
"Go ahead. Help yourself."
"Ugh, you’re shaless!"
"Don’t tell you don’t want to?"
"...Alright, you win."
They bickered back and forth, neither willing to back down.
Bubbles floated wildly through the air.
Amid the playful tussling, Nie Yizhou slipped, nearly falling.
Xiao Feng caught him swiftly, pulling him into his arms.
They pressed close, skin against skin, no barriers between them.
The smooth warmth of their bodies brushing sent an inexplicable shiver through them.
Their eyes t—no more teasing, just... sothing else entirely.
Their gazes grew heated, breaths coming faster.
"Can we now?" Xiao Feng asked, voice rough.
He leaned his forehead against Nie Yizhou’s, restraint lacing his words.
Their lips were barely a hair’s breadth apart.
Nie Yizhou didn’t answer—just closed the distance himself.
The bathroom filled with steam, the sound of running water, and two hearts burning fiercely.
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It wasn’t until 3 a.m. that they finally erged, wrapped in towels.
"Aren’t you going back to your own room?" Nie Yizhou glanced up at the other man.
Xiao Feng smirked. "What, kicking out already? Use and toss aside?"
"Who’s tossing you? Stay if you want!"
Xiao Feng pressed his lips together, then walked over and slid under the covers without hesitation.
At first, they slept on opposite sides of the bed.
But by the ti they woke at noon the next day, they were tangled together.
Nie Yizhou grabbed his phone.
"Shit, it’s already 11!"
They’d slept half the day away.
Well, whatever. If it was 11, was 12 really any different?
Might as well lounge a little longer and get up just in ti for lunch.
He opened a ga app.
"Ugh, servers are down. Guess I’ll play sothing offline."
"You’re Lone Leaf Boat?"
A surprised voice ca from beside him.
Nie Yizhou turned to Xiao Feng. "Yeah, why?"
Every userna he had—gas, social dia—was the sa.
Xiao Feng didn’t answer, just picked up his own phone.
A few taps later, he held the screen up for Nie Yizhou to see.
Nie Yizhou’s eyes widened. "No way—Flaming Feudal Lord is YOU?!"
Before the apocalypse, this was an online gaming buddy he’d t.
They’d been perfectly in sync in-ga, their personalities shing so well they’d beco close.
Every ti they played, they tead up.
It felt like they could talk forever.
He never imagined Xiao Feng was Flaming Feudal Lord.
His chest tightened.
They’d known each other all along.
Xiao Feng was just as stunned.
He’d never have guessed Nie Yizhou was Lone Leaf Boat.
Sotis, fate worked in the strangest ways.
As if it had all been written long ago.
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