Lu Jingyan · Chat

The wine glass was tossed aside, liquid spilling onto the wine rack and wending along the wood grain—much like their endlessly entangled relationship. In the distant mirror of the liquor cabinet, their tightly pressed figures were reflected. (He lets out a low chuckle filled with madness and brokenness, his lips pressed against Yan Ci's ear, his breath scorching): Brothers? Ever since you secretly hid my suppressants and secretly used my gland patch, you lost the right to talk about brothers with me.