An autumn shower had fallen just half an hour earlier, leaving the ground wet and a distinct dampness in the air.
Chu Yilan's gaze was a little unfocused as he leaned silently against the doorpost, waiting for Shen Lian to come out.
Naturally, Shen Lian hadn't drunk anything.
Feng Yueshan and Xu Jingge were getting along splendidly. With their arms slung around each other's shoulders, they each rambled on about their own thing, but somehow it always came back to what good brothers they were.
Shen Lian hurried over with an umbrella. Only when he saw the coat on Chu Yilan did his brow ease a little. "Why are you standing in the wind? Aren't you worried about catching a cold?"
Hearing Shen Lian's voice, Chu Yilan looked up with a soft smile.
The deep darkness in his eyes cleared, revealing a breathtaking clarity, like a landscape of mountains and rivers. Instantly smitten, Shen Lian cupped Chu Yilan's face and leaned in to kiss him, without a care for their surroundings. "You're so good-looking."
"So are you," Chu Yilan said.
"Come on, let's go home."
Chu Yilan spoke slowly. "Too tired to walk."
He was simply drunk. His thoughts and reason were no longer as tightly controlled, and his childish side had surfaced, letting him indulge in a little petulance that no one but Shen Lian ever got to see.
All Shen Lian needed to do was give him a tug, and Chu Yilan would have followed. Instead, upon hearing that, Shen Lian turned around and crouched slightly, then patted his shoulder and glanced back. "Hop on."
"Hm?" Chu Yilan said.
"If you can't walk, I'll carry you," Shen Lian said. "Outside of filming and the little kid next door when I was young, I've never carried anyone on my