After losing several gigs in the blink of an eye, Yu Ping was practically eating his heart medication like candy. Fortunately, the commercial department brought him an endorsement for a widely recognized clothing brand that very day.
Yu Ping clutched the document, his eyes brimming with tears. "You won't take this one back too, will you?"
The commercial department: "..."
Surely it hadn't come to that?
Yu Ping insisted it absolutely had!
After confirming over and over that this gig belonged to Yan Ningke alone and that no one could snatch it away, Yu Ping slowly lowered the hand pressed over his poor little heart.
When Yan Ningke took the call, Shao Ke was sitting beside him making tea. The phone was on speaker, and every word Yu Ping said came through clearly.
He agreed to the work schedule, and the call ended.
Yan Ningke glanced beside him. Shao Ke poured a cup of tea with practiced elegance and took a composed sip, looking as though he had known something all along.
With a soft laugh, Yan Ningke unceremoniously caught his wrist, leaned over, and drank the tea in one gulp from the very spot his lips had just touched.
"Mmm, good tea."
Shao Ke raised his eyes to look at him.
Yan Ningke's smile was like a spring breeze. "Of course, the tea master's skills are excellent too."
Shao Ke fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. Leaning close to his ear, he said, "I think so too."
This time, Yan Ningke was a little slow to react. "What?"
Shao Ke's gaze, carrying a hint of aggression and intimacy, traveled slowly down from his face to his collarbones, then his waist and abdomen. His husky voice rang out. "I mean, I think my skills are very good