Qin Buran rarely came to places like this. He was in a bad mood today and felt like rebelling, which was why he had agreed to come out with his classmates.
But he was already regretting it almost as soon as he sat down.
So loud.
So many people.
So stuffy.
He held a glass of juice, chewing his straw into a mangled mess as he scrolled through his phone with his eyes lowered.
As he scrolled, a message popped up.
[Pei Hang: Have you gone home?]
Qin Buran thought for a moment and decided to tell a little lie.
[Qin Buran: Yes.]
[Pei Hang: You're already home?]
Qin Buran kept typing: [Qin Buran: Yes.]
[Qin Buran: I'm a little sleepy, so I'm going to rest. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow.]
After a brief pause, the reply came: [Pei Hang: Turn around.]
*?*
What did he mean, turn around?
Puzzled, Qin Buran took a moment to process it before turning his head.
There was Pei Hang, sitting in the next booth, raising his glass in greeting.
Qin Buran felt a little awkward, but he silently raised his juice in response.
Pei Hang got up, walked over, and sat beside Qin Buran, asking with a smile, "Gone home, have you?"
Qin Buran: "..."
When he said nothing, Pei Hang continued, "Going to rest, are you?"
Qin Buran gave an embarrassed smile, then said stiffly, "What a coincidence."
Pei Hang was so exasperated that he laughed.
Qin Buran wasn't much of a talker, mostly only answering when Pei Hang asked him something. They hadn't been chatting long when Qin Buran's friends returned.
They paused when they saw Pei Hang, then asked Qin Buran, "Who's this?"
"His husband," Pei Hang answered with a faint smile.
"Huh?" His friends were stunned. They looked