The trio had been grounded by Zhao Kai's father, confined to their rooms for the rest of the day as punishment. Zhao Kai was the exception—he was out running errands with his father all afternoon, leaving the house quiet.
Yang Jun waited until he was sure the front door had stayed shut for a while. He slipped out of his room, padded down the hall in his socks, and paused outside Liu Jian’s door. No sound came from inside. He eased the door closed again, satisfied, then returned to his own room. His heart was already thudding.
He had everything ready on the nightstand: the small bottle of lotion, a stack of paper towels, his phone. The curtains were drawn, turning the room dim and warm. Yang Jun sat on the edge of the bed first, then lay back, tugging his basketball shorts down and off
