Yixing was sitting on the bar and drinking one glass after another. No matter how much he drank, he couldn't get away from the taste of those two girls. Nothing could erase it, no matter how spicy the alcohol was.
He still felt it.
And it made him sick.
What made him sick even more, was the message that was on his phone, from his father. Praising his skills, and how good-behaved son he was.
He started sliding on the stool, not caring if he fell down. Someone came at him from behind and caught him. Even in Yixing's half-drunken state, he could say that the voice of this person was really nice. More than nice. It made every nerve inside his body vibrate.
It was the first time ever that something like that happened. Yixing wanted to turn around to see the face the voice belonged to, but his head spun around the moment he raised his head from the counter.
