Wei Yuhe’s palm gently stroked Lu Yan’s cheek. The blush on Lu Yan’s face, far from fading, only grew deeper under Wei Yuhe’s touch, his fingers tracing and rubbing in a way that made the redness even more pronounced.

“I like you the most,” Lu Yan mumbled with drunken eyes, but he still managed to confess, holding on to Wei Yuhe, “I want to be with you.”

Wei Yuhe’s arm around Lu Yan didn’t loosen, and his hand remained on Lu Yan’s cheek. “Do you really want to be with me?”

Wei Yuhe’s expression was unreadable, but to Lu Yan, his words felt irresistibly alluring.

Lu Yan nodded quickly, “I do.”

Wei Yuhe’s usually indifferent eyes finally softened with a new emotion. He looked at Lu Yan and said in a low voice, “Once you’re with me, you won’t be able to leave.”

Wei Yuhe’s gaze deepened, and a faint shadow flickered across his brows. “Can you handle that?”

By this point, Lu Yan was so drunk he couldn’t tell east from west, let alone understand the weight of Wei Yuhe’s words or the danger in those intense eyes staring at him.

Still, Lu Yan nodded, likely agreeing to anything Wei Yuhe said at this point.

Wei Yuhe was satisfied, his grip on Lu Yan tightening a little. “Let’s go home.”

The two lingered outside the bar for a while, drawing glances from people coming out. These two were the kind who made people want to take a second look after just one glance.

“Hold my hand,” Lu Yan said, immediately reaching out to Wei Yuhe with a pleading look when he let go.

Compared to Wei Yuhe, Lu Yan’s hand was noticeably smaller, so small that Wei Yuhe could wrap it completely in his own.

In his drunken daze, Lu Yan felt as if he were dreaming. Otherwise, why would Wei Yuhe voluntarily hold his hand?

Wei Yuhe called for a taxi, but Lu Yan stubbornly refused to get in, waving the driver off.

“No, I don’t want to take a car,” Lu Yan pouted, clutching Wei Yuhe’s hand like a spoiled child.

“Why?” Wei Yuhe asked patiently.

Lu Yan glanced at their joined hands and mumbled, “If we take a car, we won’t be able to hold hands.”

Wei Yuhe squeezed his hand gently, “We still can.”

Lu Yan seemed puzzled, staring blankly at Wei Yuhe, trying to understand what he meant by “we can.”

All the way, Wei Yuhe held onto Lu Yan’s hand as he coaxed him into the car. Perhaps because they got in right outside GAI bar, the driver kept glancing at them through the rearview mirror.

A few times, his eyes even met Wei Yuhe’s.

“Focus on the road, please,” Wei Yuhe reminded coldly.

The driver turned beet red in embarrassment, probably not expecting the cold-faced man in the back seat to actually speak up and tell him not to stare.

Lu Yan noticed the driver’s frequent glances, too. Letting go of Wei Yuhe’s hand, he wrapped his arms around Wei Yuhe’s waist protectively.

“Stop looking at him.” Lu Yan was like a little animal guarding its territory, almost baring his teeth at the driver.

After his outburst, he looked up at Wei Yuhe, “You’re not allowed to talk to anyone else.”

He didn’t think he was being unreasonable at all, clinging to Wei Yuhe, almost ready to climb onto his lap.

Wei Yuhe held him around the waist, making sure he didn’t suddenly fall backward.

“Mm,” Wei Yuhe replied softly.

Hearing this, Lu Yan relaxed, keeping his arms around Wei Yuhe’s waist and resting his head on his chest, dozing off as he swayed.

When they arrived home, Lu Yan refused to get out of the car, still clinging to Wei Yuhe’s waist, drunkenly trying to climb onto him.

The driver’s expression became indescribable as he looked at Lu Yan with a hint of bewilderment, probably thinking, “How can a guy be clingier than a girl?”

“Hug,” Lu Yan murmured, lying in Wei Yuhe’s arms.

“Do you need help?” The driver had already gotten out of the car and seemed ready to help Wei Yuhe support Lu Yan.

“No need.” Wei Yuhe glanced back at the driver, a young man in his twenties, tall and thin.

If not for the way he kept sneaking glances at Lu Yan nestled in his arms, Wei Yuhe might have found his face a bit more tolerable.

The young driver didn’t move or drive off, even after receiving his fare, watching the scene unfold with interest.

From the side, Lu Yan’s face was barely visible as he huddled in Wei Yuhe’s arms. Only his slender wrists draped around Wei Yuhe’s neck stood out, pale and delicate under the dim streetlight.

The young driver stared at those hands for a while, until Wei Yuhe lifted Lu Yan in his arms, pulling him fully into his embrace.

Without looking back, Wei Yuhe carried Lu Yan into the residential area, leaving the driver still standing by the car door, showing no signs of leaving.

On the way home, Lu Yan was unusually well-behaved, nestled quietly in Wei Yuhe’s arms, not moving or speaking, only watching him with wide eyes.

Wei Yuhe glanced down at him but didn’t ask why he was staring, and they remained in a companionable silence. Once they entered, Wei Yuhe set Lu Yan down on the sofa, and that’s when Lu Yan finally reacted.

“You’re not holding me anymore?” Lu Yan looked at his empty hands and at Wei Yuhe, who was about to step away. He quickly reached out, clutching Wei Yuhe’s sleeve, staring at him with a hopeful expression.

Wei Yuhe sighed, feeling helpless. This side of Lu Yan, the one that appeared after he was drunk, made it hard to say anything harsh. Lu Yan was adept at winning people over, and his true nature came out even more when he was drunk.

Still gripping onto Wei Yuhe, Lu Yan shifted between acting cute and throwing tantrums. When he was drunk, he was even more shameless than when he was sober.

Having no other option, Wei Yuhe lifted him back up the same way he had set him down. Lu Yan clung to him like a tail, following him wherever he went.

Few of Lu Yan’s exes had ever seen him drunk. For one, he rarely drank around his partners, and second, Liang Mu had strictly forbidden it.

So, this version of him—the clingy, tipsy one—was something only Wei Yuhe got to see, and he was the first and only person to witness it.

While Wei Yuhe prepared sobering tea, Lu Yan held his hand from behind, resting his head on him, looking like he had no bones to support himself.

Concerned he might fall, Wei Yuhe kept an eye on him the whole time. Once they left the kitchen, he exhaled in relief.

“Drink this,” Wei Yuhe gestured toward the sobering tea on the table.

“Oh.” Lu Yan obediently picked up the bowl, bringing it to his lips.

Quickly, Wei Yuhe stopped him, eyeing the steaming hot tea and Lu Yan’s innocent look. Resigned, he took the bowl, waiting for it to cool.

This guy was completely out of it.

After cooling the tea, he handed it back to Lu Yan, who immediately gulped it down, as if afraid someone might take it from him.

Unable to resist, Wei Yuhe gently touched Lu Yan’s cheek, and Lu Yan rubbed against his hand like a little kitten.

If only he was this obedient all the time, Wei Yuhe mused.

“I want to sleep with you,” Lu Yan said, following him as they passed Wei Yuhe’s room.

Wei Yuhe almost suspected he was faking his drunkenness.

“Can I?” Lu Yan asked again.

“No.” Wei Yuhe rejected him without hesitation.

Lu Yan pouted, “Why not?”

Barely able to walk straight, his head full of drunken thoughts, he still argued with Wei Yuhe.

“No means no,” Wei Yuhe said, leading him to the guest room. Not even considering a bath, he waited until Lu Yan was settled on the bed before finally closing the door and leaving.