After Wei Yunlan greeted everyone, he turned around and looked at Le Zhengxi and asked in confusion, then directly took off Le Zhengxi's coat and hung it up.

Le Zhengxi felt like he was about to catch fire, and had no time to investigate the matter of Wei Yunlan deceiving him and taking off his coat.

He could even feel the warmth of the man beside him and clearly smell the smell of tobacco on him.

I used to dislike the smell of cigarettes, but today I don’t find it objectionable for some reason.

"Oh my god, the handsome guy in our dance department is really different, isn't he? Even his body smells like osmanthus. What brand of perfume is this? I'm going to buy it for my girlfriend in the future!" Wei Yunlan came over and exclaimed.

Le Zhengxi: "...I'm not wearing any perfume."

"No perfume?" Wei Yunlan's eyes widened in surprise. "Then did the shower gel soak you in?"

Le Zhengxi deeply felt Wei Yunlan's familiarity.

But he did not find Wei Yunlan annoying. Instead, he began to thank Wei Yunlan for his jokes, otherwise his heart would have run away from home.

Le Zhengxi smiled and said, "...I like to drink osmanthus tea, which I make at home."

"Could you bring me a can to try?"

Wei Yunlan's eyes were full of anticipation, and his smile was extremely contagious, completely different from Wei Yunxiu next to him, who always had the same expression on his face.

Le Zhengxi looked at Wei Yunlan, the small brackets on his lips showing: "If you want to drink, I will give you a can later."

Wei Yunxiu looked at the two of them and suddenly felt unhappy.

He tapped his fingertips impatiently on the smooth countertop.

Wei Yunlan immediately realized something was wrong. He said to Le Zhengxi, "Give the tea to my brother when the time comes. Let him bring it to me."

After saying that, he immediately looked at Wei Yunxiu as if asking for praise.

Wei Yunxiu responded casually and raised his hand to take a cocktail.

Le Zhengxi's attention, which had been diverted with great difficulty, returned to Wei Yunxiu.

Too close...

Le Zhengxi turned his head and glanced at Wei Yunxiu, only to see Wei Yunxiu drinking a cocktail with his chin slightly raised.

The deafening noise next to me seemed to have disappeared.

The ambiguous and dim lights in the KTV blurred the outlines of Wei Yunxiu's cold and sharp eyebrows. His big, bony hands held a transparent high-heeled glass, and his thin lips pressed against the rim of the glass sprinkled with crystal salt, which inexplicably made people's cheeks hot.

Le Zhengxi's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He quickly looked away, his heart pounding.

How could he think a man drinking alcohol was sexy?