Lin Qingyan has a decent alcohol tolerance. In his previous life, after his debut, he had to attend various social events. His manager often took him to meet bosses, directors, producers, and the like.

He disliked these social engagements, but he had no right to refuse. Sometimes he would be forced to drink at the dinner table, and it was common for him to be taken advantage of. That's how his alcohol tolerance was gradually built up.

But if we go back to five years ago, his alcohol tolerance was only one drink before he was drunk. He was indeed a bit tipsy and his head was spinning, otherwise he wouldn't have done that.

Seeing An Nanyi approach Gu Fei under the guise of being drunk, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Gu Fei's clothes were tugged, and the boy's soft, indistinct voice entered his ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lin Qingyan leaning lazily on the sofa.

The surrounding lights were dim, and the boy's cheeks were flushed from the smell of alcohol. His lips, also stained red and soft, were slightly parted. His eyes were lowered, and his left hand was rubbing his temple uncomfortably, while his right hand was still tugging at Gu Fei's clothes.

Completely different from his attitude towards An Nanyi, Gu Fei raised his hand and placed it on Lin Qingyan's shoulder, gently pulling him close and making him lean against his shoulder. He placed his fingers on the boy's temples and massaged them, asking, "Are you feeling any better?"

Lin Qingyan hummed in response, his eyes half-closed, leaning all his weight on the man. His handsome brows were slightly furrowed, and he still looked somewhat uncomfortable.

Gu Fei continued to massage him, the touch of his fingertips delicate and warm. The boy's body was leaning against him in a dependent posture. Soft black hair brushed against his cheek, and a faint fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol entered his nostrils.

Gu Fei paused in his movements, his eyes appearing even more unfathomable in the dim light.

Seeing this scene, An Yu stopped singing, put down the microphone, and ran over to Lin Qingyan, teasingly saying, "Oh, I didn't expect our little Yan Yan to be so rebellious. Didn't your father, Gu Fei, tell you to drink orange juice? How come you can get drunk on orange juice now?"

“Gu Fei’s father, that’s a very apt description.”

An Jing chuckled. If he hadn't prepared himself beforehand and known that Gu Fei had taken a liking to this child, he would have suspected that he was drunk or that Gu Fei was possessed by someone after seeing this scene.

On the other hand, Annan Yi lay forgotten on the side, looking rather pitiful.

An Jing went over and helped him sit up. He frowned as he looked at his younger brother's drunken state and said helplessly, "Nan Nan, how come you drank so much? If Mom sees you like this when she comes home tonight, she'll definitely scold me."

"I'm sorry, big brother... I'll explain to Mom."

"There's nothing to apologize for. You can't hold your liquor, so don't drink anymore, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

"Um……"

Whether it was because he was drunk and didn't want to bully others or what, An Nanyi's face was very ugly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Qingyan leaning intimately against Gu Fei's chest, and she couldn't help but clench her fists.

Gu Fei was unaware of the gazes of others. His attention was focused on the boy in his arms, and he couldn't look away. After a moment, he raised his eyes and his gaze inadvertently swept over An Nanyi before settling on An Jing.

"He's drunk, I'll take him home first."

An Jing nodded, both amused and exasperated, and said, "Hurry up and take your darling home. You're almost blinded by all the sweetness here. It's no wonder you've been single for so long and suddenly fell for someone."

Gu Fei, that old fox, just like that, he lured away that innocent and adorable young man. Although An Jing teased him, he was actually blessing him in his heart. Before this, he was genuinely worried that his friend would be lonely for the rest of his life.

He wasn't worried that Lin Qingyan had ulterior motives. Putting aside the boy's personality and character, he couldn't tell from just a few meetings. It was because he knew Gu Fei too well.

Gu Fei, that old fox, is impossible for anyone to get close to unless he takes the initiative. No matter how cunning someone is, they can't escape his eyes.

A docile and innocent little rabbit like Lin Qingyan could never escape the clutches of the old fox Gu Fei.

...

Later, when An Jing learned the whole truth, he was filled with remorse. Gu Fei, that dog, deserved to be alone for the rest of his life! Why did he have to ruin his innocent, harmless, beautiful, and adorable little angel brother?

He hates it!

However, that's a story for another time.

Gu Fei placed his hand across the boy's waist, then through his legs, and the two of them lifted him up in their arms. After saying goodbye to An Jing and An Yu, they carried the boy outside.

Although Lin Qingyan was drunk, he was still conscious. He wanted to refuse Gu Fei's embrace in that position, especially in front of others.

But thinking about what An Nanyi had just said and done, Lin Qingyan hesitated. He felt that he had changed. He had never had such thoughts before. His malicious intention was to not want An Nanyi to have his way.

In that moment of hesitation, he was picked up by Gu Fei.

Even so, he buried his face in the man's chest, his ear tips so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

I can't face anyone anymore.

Watching Gu Fei's departing figure, the two brothers, An Jing and An Yu, looked at each other in disbelief, and each saw a plant in the other's eyes—grass.

An Jing: "It's been debunked. Gu Fei really is not frigid."

An Yu: "Feifei is not the same Feifei she used to be."

An Nanyi, who was still leaning on the sofa, was furious. He started sobbing softly, looking extremely aggrieved, which quickly attracted the attention of the two of them.

"Nan Nan, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"

“I’m not feeling unwell…” An Nanyi raised her hand to wipe away her tears, still crying sadly and aggrievedly, and said with her head down, sobbing, “I think I did something to upset Yan Yan. He… he doesn’t seem to like me. We were clearly, clearly good friends before.”

An Yu: "No way, Little White Rabbit doesn't seem like that kind of person."

An Jing didn't speak. He looked at An Nanyi, remained silent for a moment, and finally patted his head comfortingly. "Maybe there's some misunderstanding. Don't cry. Your eyes will look bad if they're swollen. I'll take you home."

"Um……"

On the other side, Lin Qingyan quietly raised her head when Gu Fei entered the elevator. From this angle, she could see the man's clearly defined jawline and sexy Adam's apple. The man's unique aura, full of male hormones, filled his nostrils.

As the elevator descended, Lin Qingyan whispered, "Brother Fei, I can walk by myself." He had only been trying to spite An Nanyi, but now being held like this made him really embarrassed. Luckily, he was drunk, otherwise his face would have been noticeably red.

Who knew that the arm around his waist would tighten even more.

Gu Fei said, "Yan Yan is drunk."

Lin Qingyan: "..." He couldn't refute it.

And so I was held like that for a while.

Gu Fei also drank quite a bit, but he had a high alcohol tolerance and didn't get drunk. The club staff thoughtfully called a designated driver for him, and were equally shocked to find that this gentleman was carrying someone in his arms.

But the man's face was buried in Master Gu's chest and couldn't be seen clearly.

The designated driver arrived quickly. Once in the car, Gu Fei finally put Lin Qingyan down, and the two sat side by side in the back.

The night outside was hazy, and a cool breeze blew in through the half-open car window, but the atmosphere inside the car was inexplicably hot, perhaps because both of them had been drinking.

As the alcohol took effect, Lin Qingyan remained quiet and composed even when drunk. However, she didn't last long before her body slumped and she leaned against the shoulder of the man beside her, her breathing gradually becoming even.

Gu Fei casually wrapped his arm around Lin Qingyan's waist, lowered his eyes, and looked at the sleeping boy quietly and obediently, his fair cheeks as red as a half-ripe peach.

A gentle light flickered in the man's calm eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed aside the boy's wiping sweat from his forehead.

They returned to the villa half an hour later.

Lin Qingyan was still unconscious when Gu Fei picked him up again and carried him into the house. Butler Shen wanted to pretend he didn't see him, but smelling the alcohol, he couldn't help but ask, "Master Gu, is Xiao Yan drunk? Why did he drink so much?"

A hint of a smile flickered in Gu Fei's eyes as he said, "Not much, just one cup."

Commonly known as "one cup and you're done".

“Xiao Yan still needs to work on his drinking capacity.” Butler Shen couldn’t help but smile. “Then, Master Gu, please take him upstairs to rest. I’ll go make some hangover soup.”

"Um."

Gu Fei carried Lin Qingyan into the room and placed him on the bed. Only then did Lin Qingyan wake up groggily. He propped himself up on the mattress and sat up, instinctively grabbing Gu Fei's clothes to stop him from leaving, calling out "Brother Fei."

Gu Fei was about to get a towel, but seeing this, he sat back down on the edge of the bed. The boy looked at him with his dreamy and watery eyes.

This was the first time Gu Fei had ever seen the boy drunk. He was different from his usual self, acting like a dazed and easily fooled child. He asked, "Was Yan Yan unhappy just now?"

Unexpectedly, the child nodded without hesitation.

They seem really easy to fool.

Gu Fei continued to probe, "Because of Annan's intention?"

The child nodded again.

"Did he bully you before?"

After Lin Qingyan nodded, he shook his head again, his delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly. He asked, "Brother Fei, does An Nanyi like you? Do you like him?"

Gu Fei was somewhat surprised that he would ask such a question, then chuckled and said, "I don't like it."

The boy's slightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed. He shifted his position, moving closer to the man, and looked at him with his exceptionally bright eyes, asking, "So, who do you like?"

Lin Qingyan was unaware of how alluring her voice sounded right now—soft, with a husky, languid quality reminiscent of drunkenness, like a hook that sent shivers down one's spine.