After finishing his drink, Wei Yuhe showed no signs of being tipsy—his face didn’t flush, nor did he seem at all dizzy. Lu Yan almost started to think he was secretly a drinking pro.

Lu Yan glanced at the empty glass in front of Wei Yuhe, then back at his calm expression, and couldn’t help but ask, “You sure you’re okay?”

Wei Yuhe turned to look at him, his gaze still clear, though his fair skin had taken on a faint blush.

“I’m fine.” His voice remained as cold as ever. If not for that growing blush on his face, Lu Yan might’ve believed him.

Unable to resist, Lu Yan reached out and poked Wei Yuhe’s cheek. It was soft and warm.

“Don’t touch,” Wei Yuhe frowned, staring at Lu Yan.

With a pout, Lu Yan withdrew his hand. So he wasn’t drunk after all.

Turning to lean his back against the bar, Lu Yan glanced at the dance floor, where the crowd was already moving wildly.

Feeling tempted, he wanted to jump in and join them. Back when he used to go clubbing with others, he was a total party animal, the kind no one could keep up with.

Lu Yan had just hopped off his barstool and was about to head to the dance floor when Wei Yuhe grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

“Where are you going?” Wei Yuhe asked with a frown, his glass already empty again.

“I was going to stretch a bit,” Lu Yan said, pointing to the writhing crowd on the dance floor.

“Wanna… come with?” He could barely picture Wei Yuhe dancing; it just didn’t suit his image at all.

Wei Yuhe looked at Lu Yan coldly, as if he were staring at a fool. His gaze seemed to say, “Are you serious?”

Lu Yan quickly waved his hands, understanding even without words. “Just kidding,” he laughed, patting Wei Yuhe’s arm.

He was about to leave again, but Wei Yuhe held onto him tightly, not letting him go.

“Didn’t you say you’d teach me to drink?” Wei Yuhe asked, his gaze questioning.

Looking at the several empty glasses in front of him, Lu Yan admitted, “I don’t think I’m qualified to teach you.”

But Wei Yuhe didn’t let go, keeping a firm grip on Lu Yan.

“So, you don’t want me to go?” Lu Yan said with a curious smile, staring at him.

“If you don’t want me to go, I’ll stay.”

Wei Yuhe’s face and ears were both red by now, though Lu Yan couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or something else.

Once Lu Yan settled down, Wei Yuhe finally released his wrist.

Lu Yan sat back down, scooting his stool so close that it was practically touching Wei Yuhe’s.

“So, you really want me to teach you how to drink?” Lu Yan leaned his head toward Wei Yuhe, propping his hands on the bar.

Wei Yuhe swirled his newly poured drink and gave a faint nod, his expression unreadable.

Lu Yan ordered himself the same drink, declaring boldly, “Alright, I’ll teach you.”

Despite his confidence, he started feeling tipsy after just one glass. His head was already spinning, and teaching someone else was quickly becoming a distant dream.

“Have you been to bars before?” Lu Yan couldn’t hold back his curiosity anymore, seeing how unfazed Wei Yuhe looked after several drinks.

“No.” Wei Yuhe held his glass, turning to look at Lu Yan.

“Then how come…” Lu Yan trailed off, surprised by his tolerance.

His vision was already starting to blur, and his speech had gotten a little slurred. He’d only had two drinks, but judging by how disoriented he felt, maybe Yan Heng had mixed him something particularly strong. His head was already spinning, and he felt quite dizzy.

Wei Yuhe raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“My head’s spinning…” Lu Yan muttered, letting his head rest against Wei Yuhe’s shoulder, effectively warding off any would-be flirts nearby.

Wei Yuhe hadn’t expected Lu Yan to have such a poor tolerance. How had he managed all these years frequenting bars? Drinking plain water?

Half of Lu Yan’s body slumped against Wei Yuhe’s, though it was hard to tell if he was genuinely drunk or faking it to get close.

Yet, instead of pushing him away, when Lu Yan’s head started sliding off, Wei Yuhe adjusted it back onto his shoulder.

“Your tolerance is still that low?” Yan Heng laughed, looking at Lu Yan. His impression of Lu Yan wasn’t just that he was good-looking, but also that his terrible tolerance hadn’t improved in years.

Lu Yan pouted, “It’s not that bad.”

“I rarely get drunk.”

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow with a grin. “That’s only because that handsome guy you used to come here with always stopped you from drinking too much.”

“Don’t say nonsense. What handsome guy?” Lu Yan clung to Wei Yuhe’s arm. “He’s the real handsome one.”

“Hey, so are you really Lu Yan’s boyfriend?” Yan Heng ignored Lu Yan, turning to ask Wei Yuhe instead.

“No,” Wei Yuhe answered directly.

Lu Yan had brought plenty of people to the bar over the years. Did that mean every single one was his boyfriend?

“I thought so,” Yan Heng said knowingly, glancing at Wei Yuhe. “Lu Yan only ever brings friends here; he’s never brought an actual boyfriend.”

“Friends?” Wei Yuhe asked, puzzled. “The guy you mentioned before was just a friend too?”

“Yep. That guy always acted like Lu Yan’s dad when they came together, keeping a close watch on him the whole time. Lu Yan could never get a chance to drink too much, so even with a low tolerance, he never got really drunk.”

“But I gotta say, something about you two feels… different from just friends.” Yan Heng’s gaze shifted between Lu Yan and Wei Yuhe.

“What’s different?” Wei Yuhe asked casually, sipping his drink.

“The way he looks at you isn’t like how he looks at others.” Yan Heng thought to himself, Buddy, this is as much help as I can give you. After all, this ice block next to you is hard to warm up.

Wei Yuhe didn’t pursue the topic. It was obvious to everyone else that Lu Yan liked him, so of course, he was aware of it too.

As Lu Yan started feeling the effects of the alcohol, he clung even tighter to Wei Yuhe, demanding to be held.

“I’m light! Just carry me, okay?” Lu Yan clutched at Wei Yuhe’s shirt, gazing at him with a pleading look.

He was used to being all sweet and playful, and with his face flushed from the alcohol, he was especially hard to resist.

“Don’t move.” Wei Yuhe steadied Lu Yan’s restless hands, keeping him seated firmly on the stool.

“Carry me?” As soon as Wei Yuhe let go, Lu Yan raised his arms, asking for a hug.

But before Wei Yuhe could react, Lu Yan suddenly pulled his hands back and fumbled around, eventually pulling out his phone.

“Call,” he said, holding his phone out for Wei Yuhe to see.

Yan Heng glanced at the screen, noticing the name Liang Musang, and chuckled. “Looks like someone’s checking up on him.”

Hearing that, Wei Yuhe’s frown deepened a bit, though he didn’t even notice himself doing it.

The bar was so noisy that when Lu Yan answered, he couldn’t hear anything from the other end. Assuming his phone was broken, he looked at Wei Yuhe in confusion.

Meanwhile, as soon as Liang Musang heard the background noise on Lu Yan’s end, he realized exactly where he was.

“Let’s go home,” Wei Yuhe said, ignoring that Lu Yan was still on the phone. He grabbed Lu Yan’s arm and started leading him outside, with Lu Yan stumbling along behind him.

It wasn’t until they were outside that Lu Yan finally heard Liang Musang’s angry voice coming through the phone.

“Lu Yan?”

The phone wasn’t on speaker, but the voice was so loud that it carried over clearly, probably because Liang Musang was so furious he couldn’t help raising his voice.

Startled, Lu Yan tossed his phone to Wei Yuhe before he could even register what was happening.