11

Before I can look closer, Lin Shen covers himself with the towel.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

He scoops me up like a kid and sets me back on the bed, slipping slippers on my feet.

We both freeze.

"You…"

He stands abruptly, voice hoarse. "Take my room tonight. I'll sleep in the guest room. I already called Uncle Qiao."

"Okay…"

He grabs clothes from his closet and hands me a set. "New. If you don't mind."

"Okay…"

"Goodnight?"

"Goodnight…"

He leaves quickly.

I don't know if Lin Shen slept, but I didn't.

I scream into the pillow.

Tonight was surreal.

He must've been drunk too.

And those antlers… was I seeing things?