It was noon and the sun had seeped through the window. It brightened the bookshelf behind Tang Yu and made him stand out like a god. Inside the spacious area, the only sound that could be heard was when Tang Yu flipped through the pages.
Meng Qingcheng lightly closed the door. With his hands crossed before his chest, he coughed softly, "Look at you, it's like work's your true soulmate. Do you know what the outside world says about you? A workaholic is a pleasant name to call you. Some say it isn't clear what your sexuality is. The most pitiful person is me… I had to take the blame…"
As Meng Qingcheng spoke, he pointed to Tang Yu and then to himself. It was obvious what he meant.
Tang Yu did not lift his head and instead softly opened his mouth, "You should know my sexual preference very well, no?"
He had rolled around in bed with a girl just a couple of days ago. It felt nice and he missed it, so he bought her.
