After Shen Jingwei stormed off the clinic, Yan Renzhong expected to come home to an empty apartment.
Surprisingly, Shen Jingwei was sitting on the living room couch in the lotus position, hugging the pillow with a gloomy face.
"Hey," he said, glowering at Yan Renzhong like the latter was his sworn mortal enemy.
Yan Renzhong chuckled. He tossed his coat aside and took his seat next to Shen Jingwei.
"Are you waiting for me to break up with me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with an annoying smirk on his face.
Shen Jingwei scoffed.
"My stuff is still in my bedroom. You can check if you want."
"..."
The younger man put on a hardened front, but his reddened eyes and thin, tightly pulled lips told an entirely different story.
Yan Renzhong clicked with his tongue and cradled Shen Jingwei's face in his palm.