"Don't hide!"
Qin Hao, with his sharp eyes, heard Wang Zijun's words, turned around, and just caught sight of that trace. He pulled it out for a closer look and frowned.
"Pretty symmetrical..." Wang Zijun clicked his tongue in wonder, "What happened?"
"What could have happened?" Xu Qing casually withdrew his hand, "Just got a bit rough while messing around."
Rough?
So rough it left marks on the wrist?
Wang Zijun paused at Xu Qing's words, looked back at Jiang He, and suddenly the image of Xu Qing handcuffed to a bed popped into his head...
"Damn..."
Wang Zijun cursed under his breath, his look towards Xu Qing changed.
"What?" Qin Hao was still puzzled.
"You know, that thing..." Wang Zijun leaned in and whispered to him.
"M?"
Surprise covered Qin Hao's somber face.
"Talking nonsense?" Xu Qing scolded.
The two men exchanged a glance, their complex gazes resting on Xu Qing.
They really knew how to have fun.
"Don't overthink it, just... just... drink, let's drink."
