The moment they appeared back inside the motel room, Wenzhi nearly lost his balance.
The sudden shift from teleportation combined with exhaustion made his vision spin briefly, and with Xinyuan's full weight suddenly against him, he stumbled backward hard enough for both of them to crash onto the floor.
"Ow—!" A rough cough escaped Wenzhi.
Xinyuan caught himself quickly, one hand planted beside Wenzhi's head while the other braced against the floor, keeping most of his weight off him.
His left eye burned an ominous red beneath the dim motel lighting.
"Are you alright?" Xinyuan asked roughly.
Wenzhi frowned deeply, still catching his breath. "There's a new project. We need to figure out what it is."
But Xinyuan barely seemed to hear him. His gaze had already dropped toward Wenzhi's lips.
Wenzhi noticed and shoved Xinyuan's face away with one hand. "Don't even start."
As soon as Xinyuan rolled to the side, Wenzhi pushed himself upright.
