Julian Sterling remained oblivious to everything. He lay on the sofa, half-heartedly watching a variety show. He was still wearing the clothes from noon; he hadn't even bothered to fasten the two buttons Ethan Caldwell had undone earlier.
Perhaps due to Ethan's meticulous care recently - eating well and drinking enough - Julian looked even more beautiful than before. Using the word "beautiful" to describe a young man might seem a bit excessive, but Julian's beauty didn't carry the rugged, steel-like quality of Ethan; instead, it was soft and gentle. Julian had been frequently pressed onto the bed by Ethan for a few rounds lately, so his whole being carried a strangely seductive air. It wasn't the feminine beauty of a girl, but something very unique to Julian.
But he didn't care much about that.
