Jian Ran suspected he had drunk too much too. Otherwise, why would he be hearing things?
"What did you say?" he asked incredulously.
"Kiss me, and I'll believe you." Lu Yanting's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low, husky, and inexplicably sexy. At some point, his clothes had been tugged open, revealing his lean, sharply defined collarbones.
He looked just like those young hunks on Douyin who never showed their faces, innocent yet seductive. Paired with that face, one of Asia's finest... it was a lethal temptation.
"Believe what you want." Jian Ran forced his eyes away. This bastard really is disrupting my resolve. I can't fall into his trap.
With that thought, he struggled, heaving Lu Yanting up with a thrust of his waist.
But he hadn't expected the movement to be so forceful that it tore Lu Yanting's top open, exposing his muscular chest.
Jian Ran couldn't help looking back, his gaze wandering over it. "..."
Fuck, he's doing this on purpose, isn't he?!
What kind of clothes fall apart this easily?!
Whether it was the alcohol going to his head or some inexplicable impulse, by the time Jian Ran came to his senses, he had already leaned in of his own accord to kiss those cool lips.
"..."
He felt his blood instantly reverse course and rush straight to his brain, sending waves of tingling through him.
Even catching ghosts isn't this thrilling...
Warmth tangled together.
Jian Ran instinctively tried to pull away, only for an arm to lock tightly around his waist. "Mmph, what are you doing?!"
"Don't move," Lu Yanting murmured. "I haven't had enough."
Jian Ran glanced toward the window out of the corner of his eye. "!!!!"
"Let go already! A ghost's peeping on us!"
Lu Yanting froze in bewilderment, then followed his gaze