"Come out for a drink."
Mo Tingshen, clutching his cellphone, laughed, "You usually look for Yaen Chi, so what made you think of me?"
Bo Yanching sat in the car, in a garage where light was sparse even with all four windows rolled down. His legs uncomfortably pressed against the seat in front, his knees spread wide apart, and his broad shoulders sank into the seat. Two buttons on his shirt had stretched and snapped during the altercation with Nan Jiaojiao, leaving only a few hanging threads, revealing his starkly defined neck and collarbone.
A lazy sexiness emanated from his very bones.
However, his eyes were darker than the night itself.
His thin lips indifferently pursed, "Yaen Chi isn't around."
Mo Tingshen complained, "Am I only someone you think about when Yaen Chi isn't around?"
Bo Yanching's lips curved up wickedly, "Be confident, you are."
"Younger brother, the one who bothered you isn't me."
"Are you drinking or not?" Bo Yanching was losing his patience.
"Yes."
