After finishing his homework, Shen Nan played with his cell phone for a while, and then decided to wash up and go to sleep.

Shao Bei sat straight, one hand spinning the pen and the other pressing on the book. He didn't know when he started wearing a pair of glasses with gold frames. The frames sparkled with tiny flakes of light, as if his eyelashes were sprinkled with gold dust.

Suddenly, four big words popped into Shen Nan's mind—

A cultured loser.

Shen Nan silently praised himself: Very insightful.

He pursed his lips and went to the bathroom to find his pajamas. Each bedroom in their house was equipped with a bathroom, which was very convenient. Although Shao Bei's eyes were on the book, his mind was on Shen Nan. When the sound of water rushing in the bathroom echoed, it felt as if something had tickled Shao Bei's heart, giving him a tingling sensation.

He couldn't bear to watch anymore. After tidying up the desk, he quietly tiptoed to the bathroom door. His hand lifted and dropped on the doorknob several times. When the water noise inside stopped, Shao Bei quickly stepped back three steps with a guilty expression that said, "I didn't do anything." Moments later, Shen Nan didn't come out and the water sound continued. Shao Bei only then belatedly realized how pathetic he looked now, utterly disgraceful.

Shao Bei: "......"

Shaobei couldn't help but laugh at himself, then went to the living room and took a look around. His parents had already gone back home, and Shen's parents were resting as well. Only the wall lamp was lit in the living room, creating a warm glow in the darkness. Shaobei went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and then heated up a cup of milk for Shen Nan.

When I returned to the room, Shen Nan had already finished washing. He was curled up in the snow-white blanket, with only a head of unruly black hair and half of his face exposed. As soon as he saw Shao Beijin coming in, his relaxed and comfortable expression suddenly changed. He abruptly sat up and said, "Why are you still here?!"

Shao Beili said with confidence, "Stay the night."

He put the milk on the bedside table and calmly took out his pajamas from Shen Nan's wardrobe, ignoring Shen Nan's angry gaze, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shen Nan: "......"

Shen Nan sat waiting for Shao Bei to come out. The young man's wet hair dripped with water, with droplets falling onto his collarbone, sliding down his chest and disappearing into his clothes. Shao Bei had a good physique, thin but not weak, giving off a distinctive sense of youthfulness and sharpness. After taking a bath, his whole body still carried the steaming water vapor, which flushed his face and made him appear much softer.

Shen Nan couldn't help but be stunned.

He had never seen such a different Shao Bei. Not in the long and fierce battles of their past lives, nor in those years of inseparable camaraderie.

When Shen Nan came back to his senses, Shao Bei was already sitting by the bed.

Shen Nan was startled: "What are you doing?!"

Shao Bei innocently said, "I'm going to sleep."

Shen Nan gritted his teeth and said through clenched teeth: "Sleep on the floor!"

Shao Bei: "......"

From the tense expression on Shen Nan's face, Shao Bei could sense a similar flavor of "you're lucky enough to be let in, yet you dare to sleep on the bed; you must be asking for death." He remained silent for a moment, then turned around and took out a brand new blanket from the cabinet, laying it on the floor. He obediently lay down, tilting his head to look at Shen Nan on the bed, expressing his friendship through actions.

Shen Nan gave him a glare, switched off the lights swiftly, and turned to sleep, facing him.

Shen Nan fell asleep quickly, and soon his breathing became steady. Shao Bei maintained a lying position for a while before quietly getting up and looking at Shen Nan from the edge of the bed.

Shen Nan sleeps in a cat-like position, with his legs curled up against his chest. If he had a tail, it would surely be tucked under his face like a pillow. His hand is stretched under the pillow, seemingly comfortable.

Shao Bei raised his hand and slowly caressed Shen Nan's hair. His fingertips first touched the soft ends, causing an itchy sensation. Shao Bei gazed at the side of Shen Nan's face, noticing that he seemed somewhat unsettled in his sleep. His delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips pursed, and a faint blush adorned his face.

Shaobei's mind drifted for a moment, and his hand moved down to the rosy face of Shen Nanbai. The touch of his fingertips was soft and comfortable, and Shaobei couldn't help but caress it. Perhaps he applied too much force, as Shen Nanbai instantly woke up in surprise.

When a normal person wakes up from a state of sleep, they usually experience a period of half-awake haziness. Shaobei was looking forward to seeing Chen Nan in this state. He had seen it before – Chen Nan, still groggy and rubbing his eyes, humming softly. He was even softer than a baby animal, making Shaobei want to rub him a couple more times.

Unfortunately, this time not only did he fail to succeed, he didn't even see it. In the instant that Shen Nan opened his eyes, the hand hidden under the pillow swiftly swung out and pressed against the artery on the side of Shao Bei's neck.

Between the distinct bones of that index finger and middle finger, a blade as thin as a cicada's wing reflects a sparkling moonlight.

Shao Bei's throat twitched, and the icy cold blade pressed against his skin made his blood surge and his heart race. He lowered his gaze and looked at Shen Nan, whose posture remained unchanged. Her eyes were bright and clear, shining with a cold and merciless light.

That was not the gaze that a 17-year-old youth should have.

After a moment, Shen Nan blinked his eyes. His eyelashes, black as ravens' feathers, fluttered gently, and then all the extraordinary things in his eyes disappeared.

He retracted his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shao Bei's heart did not calm down. She raised her hands in a surrendering posture and shook her head in confusion, saying, "I didn't... I didn't do anything."

Shen Nan cast a wary glance at him, then turned over and continued to sleep while clutching the blade hidden under the pillow.

Shaobei sat dumbly on the edge of the bed for a while before shyly touching his own neck.

It seems like he nearly got himself murdered by his own husband.