Zi Han slipped his fingers underneath the t-shirt and brushed past his tight abs while justifying himself, "Didn't you ask me where I want it? Now take it off," his cheeks slightly flushed from all the drinking.
Yi Chen's gaze glanced over at Zi Han's red and glossy lips from drinking and he subconsciously swallowed before crossing his arms and lifting the hem of his t-shirt.
The action was simple enough but it was energetically earthy and sexually explicit arousing one's interest. With a half-smile, Yi Chen tossed his t-shirt at Zi Han's face.
Zi Han pulled the shirt down and as that familiar fragrance wafted into his nose he smiled slightly while biting his lower lip. Anyone who wasn't blind could sense the unusual interaction between these two.
They had all received the memo and understood to turn a blind eye and not talk nonsense outside the squad which wasn't a problem at all.
