Fu Yichen was a little drunk, so he walked out into the dark alley next to the izakaya to feel the cool night breeze.

He hadn’t expected to drink so much tonight.

It was all because Senior Shuoyun kept offering them grilled meat and refilling their drinks at the table.

Without noticing, he kept accepting more, and now his head was spinning. His alcohol tolerance wasn’t great.

Usually, he would pace himself… but tonight, he had indulged a bit. Looking at the beautiful moonlight, he felt so happy.

Senior Shuoyun had shared so many funny stories tonight. Such an interesting person would probably catch the attention of the school beauty soon.

Although Senior Shuoyun wasn’t the conventionally super handsome type, his witty and charismatic personality still made him very likable—Fu Yichen concluded.

For some reason, he suddenly felt like crying. He wanted to wipe his tears and started rubbing his eyes.

But someone quietly handed him a tissue.

“Is something wrong with your eyes?”

The voice shocked Fu Yichen so much that he trembled—it was Yan Shuoyun.

Yan Shuoyun had naturally followed after Fu Yichen when he saw him leave the bar. He knew that Fu Yichen’s alcohol tolerance had always been poor over the years.

And he also knew that whenever Fu Yichen got a bit drunk, he’d like to step out for some fresh air.

He was really good at pretending. It was only a few years later that Yan Shuoyun realized this.

So tonight, he had purposely let Fu Yichen drink a little more than usual, just enough to get him tipsy.

He wanted to take this opportunity to show some concern.

“Ah, it’s nothing, Senior,” Fu Yichen stammered, shocked that Yan Shuoyun was actually worried about him.

He was so flustered that his mind blanked out, and as he tried to respond, he stumbled forward straight into Yan Shuoyun.

Since Yan Shuoyun was a full head taller than him, Fu Yichen ended up crashing right into his chest.

“Sorry, Senior.” He hadn’t expected to be this clumsy, and when he looked up at Yan Shuoyun, he noticed something unusual.

It seemed like Yan Shuoyun was also drunk because, without a second thought, he leaned down and kissed Fu Yichen’s forehead.

Oh no!

I’m a guy, Senior! Aren’t you straight?

With wide, innocent eyes, Fu Yichen stared at Yan Shuoyun, trying to figure out what was happening, but he couldn’t read anything from him.

Yan Shuoyun wasn’t drunk at all.

His alcohol tolerance was excellent, but seeing Fu Yichen in his arms like that made him unable to resist.

I just want to kiss you.

He didn’t know why, but as soon as he kissed him, tears began to roll down his face.

Fu Yichen tasted the saltiness of the tears and realized that the person he had liked for so long was crying.

He had never seen Yan Shuoyun cry before. Hurriedly, he grabbed the tissue Yan Shuoyun had given him earlier and clumsily wiped at his eyes.

Don’t cry. It hurts my heart.

But Yan Shuoyun gently pulled his hand away, lifted Fu Yichen’s chin, and kissed him on the lips.

Fu Yichen felt like a bomb had just gone off in his chest. He wanted to resist, but Yan Shuoyun kissed him even more intensely.

The taste of alcohol from Yan Shuoyun filled his breath, but Fu Yichen didn’t find it unpleasant. Instead, he gradually gave in to the deep kiss and even wrapped his arms around Yan Shuoyun.

The two kissed for a long time before finally pulling away.

Fu Yichen, still drunk, had very little sense left in him. All he could think was that Senior Shuoyun had kissed him—and for so long. Had he mistaken him for the school beauty or something?

But he was so happy. That feeling of joy and bliss was growing inside his heart.

“Want to go to a hotel?”

Yan Shuoyun’s husky voice whispered, sending Fu Yichen’s remaining rationality flying away.

“Okay.”

Even if he had been mistaken for someone else, it didn’t matter anymore.