“Yue, I’m home,” Cyrus calls, kicking his shoes off. He hides something behind his back as he does so. He didn’t hear any responses, so he knew that either Yue was in the tea shop, or was sleeping in bed. Though, judging by Yue’s shoes that he’d worn that day being by the front door, he could guess that his boyfriend was sleeping away his tiredness from working hard. Cyrus smiles to himself, already picturing the cozied up bun in blankets in their sh...
