Wei Ziyun reacted like someone had stepped on his tail, his voice shooting up an octave and cracking in disbelief. "We... we didn't sleep together?"
"We didn't." Yin Sufang gave him a sidelong look.
"Then what were those condoms on the floor?! Explain that!"
"...Uh." Just thinking about it left Yin Sufang speechless. His temple twitched, his mind filled with images of Wei Ziyun kneeling on the floor and stuffing condoms into his mouth. "You really don't remember?" he asked.
"I really don't."
When Yin Sufang fell silent, Wei Ziyun clawed at his hair in distress and said, on the verge of a breakdown, "Don't tell me I called a male escort over after you left?!"
"...Ha." The mockery in Yin Sufang's eyes was practically spilling over. "Why are you so sure you slept with someone? What, does Young Master Wei usually hire a male escort to sleep with him when he gets drunk?"
"What are you talking about! I woke up this morning aching all over... especially my lower stomach..."
Yin Sufang snorted. "That's because I kicked you."
Wei Ziyun: "..."
Yin Sufang twisted the knife. "And forget about hiring some male escort. You don't have a single cent on you right now. What escort would sleep with you and leave without getting paid? He'd have stayed until you woke up."
"..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Wei Ziyun was dying of regret. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, wishing he could undo it all!
Why had he gotten so drunk yesterday? Such a perfect opportunity! If he'd seized it... couldn't he have won his sweetheart over just like Feng Wanting?
Yin Sufang clicked his tongue. "Stop blocking the way. Move aside, I need to get my take-"
"Wei Ziyun."
Feng Wanting's voice came from