Li Hao," Wang Lai said with a soft smile, tilting his head slightly holding onto li hao waist
Li Hao froze, eyes wide, caught between shock and fluster. Wang Lai's smile deepened, calm and knowing.
Then Li Hao snapped back to reality—Yuhan! He turned toward the door and saw Zixuan and Yuhan already standing beside a car.
"I should go now—" he started trying to free himself, but before he could finish, Wang Lai pulled him closer, the sudden proximity stealing his breath and racing his heartbeat. Wang Lai chuckled as he felt li hao heartbeat against his chest.
"What I'll advise you, as Zixuan's friend and partner," Wang Lai said, voice low but teasing his eyes on li hao lips, "is to not disturb him during his moments. And right now, he's clearly enjoying this one."
"But—"
"Don't worry. Your friend is fine," Wang Lai continued, leaning even closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides… you all live close by, don't you?"
Li hao looked again and saw that the car was gone already.
Li Hao broke free, cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry—I have a type," he muttered, before dashing off.
Wang Lai laughed, sprinting after him. "let me drive you home?" he shouted, catching Li Hao's wrist stopping him.
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In the car, Yuhan was finally seated beside Zixuan after several failed attempts to get him in. He had run around the car twice, giggling like a child, before collapsing into the seat with a grin himself.
Now, he was staring at Zixuan's face again—smiling, blushing, unable to stop himself.
He leaned in slowly, locking eyes with zixuan his face serious, zixuan gripped his thigh as he felt yuhan warm breath brushing against his nose. Suddenly yuhan opened his mouth and blow his breath into zixuan nose.
"Ah—!" Zixuan exclaimed, covering his nose at the sharp scent of alcohol.
Yuhan fell back into his seat, laughing uncontrollably. "You must be enjoying this," Zixuan muttered, trying to stay composed.
"Yes, I am," Yuhan replied with a grin, reaching out to grab Zixuan's cheeks in both hands. He squeezed them, pressing and swaying them up and down, left and right.
"Yuhan—" Zixuan mumbled through squished lips, but Yuhan only laughed harder.
"I want to sleep," Yuhan said finally, releasing him.
Zixuan sighed in relief and turned to face the window like he was trying to hide a smile—but froze when he felt Yuhan's head rest softly on his chest.
A beat later, Yuhan's arm wrapped around his torso, his leg sliding over Zixuan's lap as he snuggled closer.
Zixuan stiffened, heart pounding. Slowly, he adjusted himself in his seat, careful not to wake him up and to also make him comfortable. His face softened, eyes flicking down gently to the man sleeping against him.
Driver Guo caught his reflection in the rearview mirror, his own expression unreadable.