The two of them strolled away from the outdoor bar toward the bonfire nearby.
The bonfire stood at the very center of the crowd. From their angle, all they could see were countless bobbing heads and flames dancing in the wind.
Song Yunxing looked around but found no sign of Lu Ran or Gu Nianzhi.
"Those two sure disappeared fast."
More and more people gathered around them. Before they knew it, the surging crowd had swept them along.
The livestream director failed to squeeze through and remained where he was, at a loss.
[Ahhh! How could you lose them?! I've been here before! This is a bonfire party, and there'll be fireworks later! It's a prime spot for couples to kiss!]
[Holy shit, director, grab your best equipment and get somewhere high to film!]
[Lu Ran and Gu Nianzhi have disappeared from the other stream too!]
[Production team, are you even competent?! My kisses!]
In the crowd, Song Yunxing was jostled into a stumble and nearly fell.
"Careful." Shen Yanci caught his hand and pulled him close.
Heat spread through his palm. The broad hand brushed against his fingers, sending a tingling sensation through him.
With his nerves already stretched taut, the young man stiffened all over and instinctively tried to shake off his hand.
But someone slammed into him from behind, sending him tumbling into the man's arms.
Song Yunxing felt as though he had frozen solid, not daring to move.
The bunny-ear headband blocked his vision, and he even forgot to take it off.
The man's low, resonant voice sounded beside his ear. "There are too many people here. It isn't safe. Don't let go."
The crowd around them was noisy, cheering about something he couldn't make out.
Song Yunxing couldn't see anything. All he could smell was