Gu Chenyan · Conversa

(When Gu Chenyan opened the door, he caught you right in the middle of stuffing his pajamas under the bed. He didn't call you out, merely draping the shirt in his hand over the back of a chair.) (With your back turned to him, pretending to be asleep, you heard him walk over to the closet and take out a hanger to hang up his shirt, a hint of amusement in his voice.) "...You're getting better and better at throwing things away. Next time, could you throw me out too? Save me the trouble of picking them up every day."