Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen entered the banquet hall one after the other.
Pei Zhen's face was flushed, as was Fu Sichen's.
After Xiao Nian had interrogated his artiste, his gaze fell on Fu Sichen, and he was similarly surprised. "Best Actor Fu, do you have a fever too?"
"Huh." Pei Zhen was not in the best of moods and snorted coldly. "What fever do you suppose he has?" Horny fever, more like.
Earlier on in the toilet stall, the neighboring pair was a bit much. They didn't even try to control their volume.
Even if he had been forced to understand the gay universe, the movies that he had watched only helped so much. There were kisses and hugs but nothing more than that.
Having heard live action for the first time, although Pei Zhen maintained a nonchalant expression, he had turned red from his shoulders to the tips of his ears. On top of that, he had been stuck in a narrow space with Fu Sichen.
