Cui Lengyun was baffled by what he heard.
What did he mean, they barely knew each other?
At Xie Zhiwei's wedding, Qin Ci had attended as Xie Zhitan's friend. They had met several other times, too, and had never looked remotely like strangers.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying Xie Zhitan's unusual expression.
That affected indifference, that pretense of not caring, his ramrod-straight back, taut jaw, and tightly pressed lips-none of it fucking looked like Xie Zhitan.
Cui Lengyun suddenly let out a derisive laugh.
The man not far away heard it, and his shattered heart took another devastating blow.
Qin Ci clenched his back teeth and strode outside without a word.
"Young Master Qin? Young Master Qin, are you all right? Wait for me!"
The bright, intimate male voice faded into the distance. The cigarette in Xie Zhitan's hand burned unattended until it reached his fingers.
The heat and pain abruptly snapped him out of his daze.
Xie Zhitan suddenly straightened. The ash finally collapsed under its own weight, falling straight onto his leather shoes.
Even after twenty hours of travel, Xie Zhitan's leather shoes had remained as clean as new.
Who could have imagined they would end up covered in scattered ash now, leaving him looking rather bedraggled?
Seeing him like this, how could Cui Lengyun fail to understand?
His tone was cool. "Say, did you sleep with that guy you 'barely know'? Fuck, I've suspected you were gay for ages. Hey, Xie Zhitan, if you're the bottom, I'll fucking lose all respect for you!"
As he spoke, Cui Lengyun grew increasingly doubtful.
With Qin Ci's build, Xie Zhitan looked like the one getting pinned down no matter how he looked at it. Tsk, tsk.
Xie Zhitan frowned and looked down, stamping his feet. Ash scattered around him,