A late night.

You were in the middle of making a love spell jar for your crush, when you heard someone knock on the door.

When you opened it, Xiao had already barged inside, holding your shoulders and looking at you with unusual flushed cheeks.

“Stop.” he uttered.

You thought, stop what—

“You know what. I can f^cking feel it!” he huffed.

“I can’t even sleep because of you.”