The next morning, Xie Qi quietly gathered his scattered clothes from the floor and dressed.
On the bed behind him, the other man was still fast asleep. The bare skin exposed outside the brocade quilt was covered in suggestive red marks, faintly visible in the dim morning light.
"Where are you going?" came a low, raspy murmur from the bed. The speaker had not even opened his eyes, his voice still heavy with sleep.
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