Yu Xi looked at Jian Ci, his heart unsteady, the rhythm of it pounding against his ribs as though it wanted to break free. The urge rose sharp and sudden, he wanted to bring one hand up, cup the back of Jian Ci's neck, and pull him close. He wanted to kiss him fiercely, press him against the wall, and let the tension that had been building spill out in a single, undeniable moment.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "It's nothing," he muttered, stepping back quickly, forcing distance between them.
Jian Ci tilted his head, oblivious to the storm raging inside Yu Xi. "Oh wait, do you want to try it on?"
Yu Xi chuckled, though his voice was hoarse, the corners of his eyes tinged red. "No. I don't want my hair getting stuck too. I wll be waiting outside."
"Alright," Jian Ci said easily. "I will just put on my clothes."
