Fiddling with his fingers on his lap, Rui Ye replied sheepishly, "I'm waiting for you…"
Blinking in surprise, Song Zhuyu entered the room and settled beside Rui Ye, and Rui Ye, upon sensing the familiar warmth and presence, immediately leaned toward him like a sunflower that gravitated towards the sun. Feeling a mixture of amusement and helplessness, Song Zhuyu grabbed the man's arm and tugged him closer.
"C'mere," he whispered in that deep and low voice of his.
When Rui Ye scooted closer and closer until they were practically joined at the hip, Song Zhuyu wrapped an arm around his shoulder and let himself fall back onto the bed with a soft bounce, bringing Rui Ye along with him. Running his fingers through the man's silky hair, he asked, "Is something bothering you?"
Instead of a proper response, Rui Ye snuggled closer and took a deep inhale from where his face was buried in Song Zhuyu's chest. "Mmm, you smell good…" he exhaled softly.