Chapter Ninety
The car pulled up directly in front of the mall entrance.
Yan Beiyou got out of the driver's seat first and walked around the car, about to gallantly open the door for the omega when it was pushed open from the inside and Ye Nanxun hopped out on his own.
"What's wrong, Brother Yan?" Seeing Yan Beiyou looking at him, Ye Nanxun immediately put his mask back on.
Could his face still be red?
"You're pretty agile," Yan Beiyou commented.
"I work out a lot at home too." Ye Nanxun pointed at the mask on his face. "Brother Yan, should you put yours on too?"
Yan Beiyou put on his mask, and the car parked by the roadside automatically headed for the apartment building's aerial parking lot.
That was one inconvenience of this place. In Dream City, where the Galactic Imperial Palace stood, almost no one failed to recognize the ruler's face.
Except for Ye Nanxun, who had never paid attention to the news before.
Now, Ye Nanxun remembered his mother Chen Mingzhu's advice and proactively found a topic. "Brother Yan, I think I know why milk tea confessions used to be so popular at your school."
"Why?"
Walking side by side, Ye Nanxun told Yan Beiyou what he had just been thinking. "Because when it's cold, getting a cup of hot milk tea feels warm and sweet, and it puts you in a good mood."
The corners of Yan Beiyou's lips curved soundlessly beneath his mask. "Then why do you think I gave you milk tea last time and told you about the milk tea confession tradition at my school?"
Ye Nanxun lowered his head, staring at the mall's gleaming, polished floor. "I don't know. What if I guess wrong and you don't tell me?"
Yan Beiyou