"Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault you don't know how to lock doors."
Jing Yuan sighs, displeased and resigned all at once, the blanket pooled in his lap. Not that there is much left to hide― the mood has quite thoroughly been broken. " It was locked, " He insists once again, and runs fingers through messy strands of hair, wishing they were Blade's fingers instead. " The boy is simply unawares of his own strength, at times. " And though he cannot help the hint of pride, knowing just how far Yanqing had grown under his tutelage, there is something to be said about the exceptionally bad timing on his student's part.
He sinks back into the mussed sheets with another sigh, reaching out a hand for Blade. " I will invest in some stronger locks. " Though he'd hope Yanqing had learned his lesson and would refrain from barging in next time.