Sometime during the evening, Zichen wants to look his best. Working many hotel jobs, he is dingy and dirty at the end of the day, but the rewards are worth it. He cleans himself and wash thoroughly, wears light cologne, and tidied up his hair. He has many thoughts on his mind but he also wanted to bring gifts, considering the season. He set his intention and then goes to look for Xingchen.

"Xingchen." He made his voice clear as he found him. Zichen is slow with his feelings, but everyday, he made his presence in his life known.

Once he finds him, he pulls him close to wrap him in his arms for a hug as he murmurs his name softly. Hugs don't come often before, but gradually it becomes frequent and they do now. "Xingchen. I brought you gifts." He smiles, hoping he'll be pleased, and he wants to please him. His voice soft and sweet, flirtatious, a side of him Xingchen never thought was there before, but is becoming itself known to him only. "But only you can open them in your room if there's no one in there."