Jiang Chengsi stood blushing at the entrance of Jiang Shiyi's bedroom, his mind full of scratches and bite marks.
He had automatically imagined a scene of those two locked in intense combat. His brother, with his obsessive cleanliness and compulsive tendencies, actually letting someone leave marks on him—it was truly fantastical.
At that moment, a phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. Jiang Shiyi was tidying up dirty clothes he had changed out of. If it were Jiang Chengsi, he'd have shoved them all into a basket. Not only did he sort the clothes by color, but he also folded them meticulously before answering the call on speaker:
"Hello."
"Third brother, the team leader has been safely returned to the dormitory, you can rest assured."
Jiang Chengsi was dumbfounded; this voice sounded like the assistant of Team Leader Lin. Was his brother's influence already reaching that far?
"How was her mood tonight?"
