"Go back?" Ya Xuan echoed his voice, followed by a graceful yet mischievous smile on his harmless, pure cheeks. Instantly, he leaned his body toward him, catching his slightly off-balance, somewhat exhausted body, holding him close and whispering by his ear, "Hehe, going back is so boring, why not get a room up here and have some fun?"
Hearing this, Qiao Muyun was half-closing his eyes, feeling a headache, and just wanted to sleep. He didn't care where he was anymore. At this moment, he was even less interested in exploring the meaning behind the words.
"...Whatever...as long...there's a bed..." Qiao Muyun mumbled weakly, leaning against him, though he still felt uncomfortable being so close to another man.
So in the next second, he suddenly wanted to straighten up his body. However, the gentle force was too much for him, painfully preventing him from straightening his back. He didn't realize that his body had already been eroded by alcohol.
