Han Yifan wore a puzzled expression, "Why?"
Xia Siyu declared righteously, "He's drunk too much and gets frisky when he's drunk!"
If the people present weren't all acquaintances, her statement, if overheard by outsiders, would turn into something indescribable.
Bo Yan indeed became flushed easily when drinking, his face now a bright red. His complexion was naturally pale, so the redness showed through like a white glow tinged with pink. And although he was lucid, since they were all artists and there was no need to conceal his identity today, he did not wear a hat. His hair hung down slightly, giving him an especially innocent and harmless look.
Bo Yan's hair was black, long and straight, quick to grow out even when cut short, unlike Wang Zisu's soft brown hair with a slight curl.
