Bi Chong picked up a glass of wine and swayed it, "Then let me toast to you."
Fu Chenyu downed the drink in his hand along with Bi Chong's.
He laughed, caressing Bi Chong's hand, "This hand is so soft and delicate, but why is it so big?"
Bi Chong, with his eyes slightly unfocused, resumed his manly voice, lifted his foot clad in high heels in front of him, "My feet are also exceptionally big!"
Fu Chenyu rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the booth.
Bi Chong clicked his tongue, "Knocked out by the smell? That's too weak!"
He hoisted the man up, walked swiftly out, opened the rear door of the car, and threw the man into it.
"How dare you bully our boss, you're courting death!"
He got into the driver's seat and drove off.
Soon, the car stopped at a gay bar.
Bi Chong helped Fu Chenyu out of the car and into the place.
Everywhere there were men, drinking, flirting, boundlessly ambiguous.
Bi Chong called over a bartender and whispered something in their ear.
