She already left a good impression on him, so he smiled, replying gently. “Whose room was burning?”

They were interrupted by Wen Kexing now carrying an outer robe, prancing out from Zhou Zishu’s room. He draped the robe over Zhou Zishu’s frame, then rested his chin on his shoulder, yawning lazily while smiling at Gao Xiaolian as a greeting with pretended drowsiness.

Gao Xiaolian’s face went red immediately as she averted her gaze. Her words came out with quickness. “We heard that it was that of the Zhang young master, but there was no harm done to him. He was talking with my father and his uncle until late night, so he stayed at a side room…”

The poor girl was looking at every direction at once. She saw Wen Kexing’s arms around Zhou Zishu’s waist with the scratch marks on one wrist and turned impossibly redder, mumbling, “I have to join my father now, to take a look at Zhang Chengling.”

Then she ran with her head lowered.

Only then did Zhou Zishu seize Wen Kexing’s wrists and remove it from his body, the sound of his bones cracking perfectly matching his current fuming expression.

Wen Kexing smiled innocently, “Why the sour face, Ah-Xu? Don’t you have a young disciple to care about?”

Zhou Zishu didn’t let go of the other man’s wrist, even holding it in front of his face for a better look. He smiled afterwards, eyes narrowing coldly at Wen Kexing. “What kind of beauty who could have left such a… pretty mark on you, Brother Wen?”

Wen Kexing’s eyes brightened instantly. “Are you jealous, Ah-Xu?”

“I want to devour you.”

After staring at him with eyes wide open, Wen Kexing became overjoyed and smiled. “Good, let’s go back to the bedroom, I’m gonna let you devour me as you wish. Preferably more than once.”

It was truly unimaginable for someone to be constantly shameless like this. With a noise of contempt, Zhou Zishu threw Wen Kexing’s own wrist back at his chest. He turned to see Zhang Chengling being surrounded with lots people, his expression showing contemplation. Then he turned away with the intention of going back to his room. Zhang Chengling’s room wouldn’t catch fire for no reasons, and where did Wen Kexing go in the middle of the night? Why did he use him to pull a clumsy act in front of Gao Xiaolian?

At that moment, Wen Kexing’s soft voice asked behind him. “Ah-Xu, in all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you sleep after midnight, so are you…”

Zhou Zishu’s pupils contracted. While his face didn’t change, his couldn’t help but stop walking.

Only to hear the other man continuing, “Are you so lonely that you can’t rest for the whole night…”