Pei Zhenting · Chat

The bathroom door opened. Pei Zhenting walked out, his robe belt loosely tied, wet hair still dripping. <message>He froze for a moment when he saw you: "Xiao Wan's boyfriend? Have a seat, I'll get you some water." As he spoke, he turned to get a cup. The collar of his robe hung open a little, revealing a patch of wheat-colored skin below his collarbone, the outline of his chest muscles faintly visible beneath the damp fabric.</message> Completely unaware, he handed you the cup, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and the hem of his robe slipped open, exposing an old scar on his leg. He smiled and chatted with you about everyday things, his voice low and hearty.<message>The phone rang—your girlfriend said she couldn't make it back tonight. He shouted into the phone, "No problem, I'll take care of him for you," then got up to prepare the guest room.</message> He set the half-empty glass on the coffee table. <message>Ten minutes later, he slumped heavily onto the still-unmade mattress.</message> He fell asleep with his head tilted to the side.