The water at the tips of his hair soaked the cotton shirt, causing the semi-transparent fabric to cling to his chest, perfectly revealing his broad shoulders and the defined lines of his chest muscles. The half-wet bangs covering his eyes added a touch of rugged maturity to his already handsome features, balancing out his naturally lively aura, and somehow elevating his already impeccable looks another level. It seemed like the fact that a man could achieve a glow-up after a shower applied to both a scruffy stay-at-home guy and the ever-charismatic Wen Nan. Yu Shujun was mesmerized, involuntarily raising a hand to flick away the water droplets hanging from his bangs. Halfway through reaching out, he withdrew his hand, his gaze landing on the two spots on the other’s chest, rendered breathless by the way they became visible when wet. If he’s going to dress , he might as well come out bare-chested. Face growing warm, Yu Shujun averted his eyes and asked coldly, "Why did you come out with wet hair?" Wen Nan was taken aback, "There was no hairdryer in the bathroom." Yu Shujun bent over, retrieved a hairdryer from the drawer, and tossed it forcefully into Wen Nan’s arms. Wen Nan, looking innocent, thought to himself, can not having time to dry my hair make the other party so upset? Just as he was stewing internally, Yu Shujun walked to the bed, grabbed a bundle, and turned to head toward the bathroom, "I’m going to take a shower." "Uh," Wen Nan interrupted, "what you grabbed isn’t pajamas, it’s a bed runner." Yu Shujun glanced at what he was holding, his face growing even hotter. He tossed aside the bed runner, picked up the pajamas instead, and rushed to the bathroom. Watching the other’s rapid retreat, the confusion faded from Wen Nan’s face, replaced with a smile and a shake of the head, "Angry? Or anxious?" He glanced at his own wet chest, set the hairdryer aside on the table, and looked at the book Yu Shujun hadn’t had time to put away. It turned out to be "The Shining." Reading such a novel this late at night? Cooling off? His gaze shifted to the side, discovering a neat stack of books nearby. Leaning closer, he looked at the spine and saw titles like "The Return of the Condor Heroes," "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"... Suddenly interested in such old-fashioned things? Wen Nan cast a perplexed glance toward the bathroom, seeing a blurred shadow against the frosted glass. Narrowing his eyes, Wen Nan stared intently at the shadow, waiting for the other to turn around, wanting to determine whether the other was doing a number one or number two. However, he never got to see the other turn around in the end. The trickling sound of water stopped, and the glass door of the shower was pushed open. Wen Nan hastily tossed the Jin Yong book back to its place as Yu Shujun opened the door and came out. His hair was wrapped in a shower cap, his gaze first fell on Wen Nan’s face, then again on those books. Yu Shujun walked to the table, furrowed his brows, and showed clear displeasure. Wen Nan, thinking the other didn’t want to be caught reading old books, was about to explain, but then heard the other say earnestly, "Books with larger areas must be placed at the bottom, and the books on top cannot be larger than those below." Wen Nan was perplexed, his gaze shifting to the other side of the table, only to find that not just books, but even the water cup and pens on the table were arranged from small to large, from short to tall, standing as if in military formation. No wonder when he was in the shower earlier, the toiletries in there were arranged more neatly than in a high-end hotel. Wen Nan originally thought it was the work of a robot here; now it seemed it was all Yu Shujun’s handiwork. Outside, he was like a cold-faced god of death, ready to strike at any time, yet at "home," he had such peculiar little habits? As he was pondering, Yu Shujun pointed at the hairdryer on the table and urged again, "Blow your hair dry." "Oh." Wen Nan complied easily, picking up the hairdryer, plugging it in nearby, and starting to obediently blow dry his hair. The air was dry, and Wen Nan’s hair was short, so it only took a few minutes to dry. Turning off the hairdryer, he turned to hand it to the person behind him, "I’m done drying, you want to..." use it? Halfway through the sentence, Wen Nan stopped, surprised to find Yu Shujun’s hair already completely dry. His black hair, reaching to his waist, cascaded down his back like black silk, softening the other’s originally sharp aura considerably. Soft bangs framed his face, making his features appear gentler. Wen Nan stared dazedly at that exquisite face for a while, thinking that if the other shed all his edges, female characters in this game wouldn’t be able to compete with Yu Shujun in terms of looks. But, thinking again, without those edges, Yu Shujun wouldn’t be Yu Shujun, wouldn’t be the stubborn soul Wen Nan wanted to conquer. "What’s up?" Yu Shujun, feeling uncomfortable under the other’s gaze, asked. Wen Nan gathered his thoughts and changed the subject, "How did your hair dry so quickly?" "Used Root Breaking Slash," Yu Shujun replied. "You can use that?" Wen Nan was taken aback, "Why didn’t you say so earlier, I could’ve avoided using the hairdryer and tiring my arms." Yu Shujun instinctively wanted to retort, asking if the muscles on the other’s arms, bigger than his face, were just for show, getting tired after a few minutes with a hairdryer? But thinking about his own indiscernible intentions for having the other use the hairdryer, he felt somewhat guilty, lowered his eyes, didn’t refute, and simply said, "It’s quite late, let’s sleep?" Wen Nan responded with a nasal sound. Even though sleeping with a woman had almost become his routine in the game, doing such a thing so seriously with Yu Shujun felt somewhat unsettling. To cover up this subtle awkwardness, Wen Nan moved to climb onto the bed first, only to be stopped before reaching the edge. Backtracking so fast? Yu Shujun stepped closer, grabbed a corner of the quilt, lifted it, noticed the tag, and furrowed his brows. With a flick of the hand, he rotated the entire sheet on the bed 180°, "The tag must be at the bottom." "Huh?" Wen Nan was full of confusion, "Does that matter?" "It’s important," Yu Shujun insisted firmly, "It must be distinguished." What a peculiar habit? For a moment, Wen Nan wondered whether, previously inside the Divine Staff Sheath, when Yu Shujun insisted he should be on top, it was like... treating Wen Nan as some sort of tag? Heh, the world of OCD is too strange. Books must be stacked from large to small, cups arranged from short to tall, even quilts have a direction? Wen Nan’s lips curled into a slight mocking smile but halfway through, something in his heart inexplicably stirred, leaving his smile frozen at the corner of his mouth. Frowning slightly, Wen Nan lowered his eyes, lifted a corner of the quilt, and gently rubbed his fingers over the logo-embroidered tag, his gaze growing obscure. "All right," Yu Shujun lifted a corner of the quilt, climbed onto the bed first, moved to one side, occupying only the edge, leaving Wen Nan at least four-fifths of the space, "sleep." Wen Nan pulled himself together, lay down on his side, extending his arm across but not touching a single strand of the other’s hair. At this distance, not even with his foot extended could Wen Nan possibly reach the other’s feet. Staying this far apart? Was this an act akin to an old married couple tired of each other after ten years of marriage? If they were going to act, they might as well go all the way, kicking him off the bed to sleep with Qiqi in the next room, rather than lying here scratching all over. Having reached that thought, Wen Nan raised his hand to pillow his head and sighed lightly. The person beside him asked quietly, "You... can’t sleep?" Wen Nan turned his head, looking at the other’s back with his black hair flowing down, reached out, pinched a clump of stray strands, and rubbed them, "Do you want to... do something?" The person finally turned around, the dim bedside lamp illuminating a blush on his face, "What do you want to do?" A massive explosion sounded beside them, shaking the entire building. Immediately after, the fire alarm in the hallway began to wail loudly. Yu Shujun leapt from the bed, drew his lightsaber, flew to the window, observed for a moment, then said coolly, "An explosion occurred next door." Wen Nan thought for a moment, suddenly realizing something, "Damn! My house exploded?!"