The sleeping Feng Min’s face is becoming more and more handsome the longer I look at it.

If it were someone else, Chi Yan thought, he would definitely be very willing to maintain a friendly and casual relationship with Feng Min.

A slight shift of his gaze landed on the trash can, which was filled with quite a lot of stuff.

Basically all belonging to Feng Min.

Chi Yan’s left cheek dimple appeared; aside from the fact that Feng Min is a scumbag, he does have many redeeming qualities.

However, for Chi Yan, being a scumbag meant there was no possibility.

He hadn’t brought the room card, leaving it on the counter at the entrance. Taking the elevator downstairs, Chi Yan leaned against it, rubbing his temples.

It seems being drunk really isn’t good; I’ll have to drink less in the future.

At the same time, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt a slight pain in his abdomen.

After thinking about it, he realized the hotel supplies had all been used up last night. He vaguely recalled that it seemed Feng Min had done it twice in a row.

How did he do it back then? It seemed he had begged with tears.

Shaking his head to rid himself of those memories, Chi Yan rubbed his stomach, recalling how the man hadn’t stopped after they were done, continuing to entangle with him. Chi Yan had refused, but the refusal felt more like an invitation. In the end, it seemed Feng Min wanted to withdraw, but Chi Yan stopped him.

He clearly remembered the words “don’t leave.”

So clear that now he just wanted to cover his face.

In one moment, he was distant with the person, and in the next, they had rolled together.

Fortunately, by the time Chi Yan got up, it seemed his ex-boyfriend was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Picking up his clothes from the floor, Chi Yan noticed the carpet there and shook them out, observing the intense situation around him while getting dressed; it was quite fierce, or perhaps not just a little, but very fierce.

Thinking back a few hours, Chi Yan shook his head and smiled.

From the TV cabinet to the bathroom, the journey ended.

Buttoning up, it was still early, just past seven.

Chi Yan had good living habits; sometimes, even if he stayed up late until one or two, he could wake up around seven or eight the next day.

His body still felt the drowsiness of the hangover, but now that he had woken up in the hotel room, there was no way he could stay any longer.

Walking to the entrance, Chi Yan put on his shoes.

Before opening the door to leave, he instinctively glanced back at the room. At a distance, he noticed that Feng Min seemed to have dark circles under his eyes.

It looked like he often stayed up late, with a hint of fatigue between his brows.