The taxi drove very slowly. Feng Xuan tried to shake down the glass, trying to dissipate the smell of alcohol on his body. After drinking, he looked cleaner than usual, with his slightly pale skin contrasting with his curved eyelashes.
Revealing a touch of sophistication.
Tang Yan smiled, took out the cigarette, threw it over, and said in a low and sweet voice with a hint of smoke: "Junior brother's drinking capacity is quite good, have you practiced?"
Feng Xuan caught it, lit it, and leaned back: "I used to sing in a bar, and I would drink occasionally."
"That's it." Tang Yan smoked slowly, looking like he was drunk, and the smoke ring he spit out hit Feng Xuan right in the face.
When they arrived at the community, Feng Xuan clearly had no intention of going up.[
Tang Yan reached out and took off his glasses. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His feet were a little buoyant and his body was not steady. He leaned forward. The person standing opposite him was naturally Feng Xuan.
In an instant, the masculine musky scent mixed with alcohol invaded Feng Xuan's internal organs through his breath, and then burned out of his body.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and separated Tang Yan.
Even so, the two of them were still very close, and he could see the reflection of those black and white peach blossom eyes, which were so profound.
It was already confusing enough, but Tang Yan pressed his body down again, resting his head on Feng Xuan's shoulder, blowing hot breath on the sensitive skin behind his ears and neck: "Sorry, I drank today.
Too much."
Feng Xuan looked at Tang Yan, whose brows were furrowed. This man had a perfect face, perfect height, and even a perfect smile. He was sexy, calm, and gentle. He was the dream lover in the eyes of most women.
So he didn't think too much. After all, in this world, you can't pick out a person with the same sexual orientation among a thousand people.
He put Tang Yan's hand on his shoulder with a cold expression, dragged him into the elevator, and asked with frosty eyes: "Senior brother, which floor do you live on?"
"The 11th floor." Tang Yan sniffed the scent of mint in his nostrils, and thought with regret, why does such a thing as an elevator exist in this world? When the building was built again, they would all be demolished!
The 11th floor is the best floor in the entire building. Standing in front of the landing, you can almost see the entire Chang'an Street, without being too high to make people uncomfortable.
The decoration inside is very commercial, a bit like the layout of houses shown on TV, black and white, clean and tough, not popular at all.
The floor is made of wood and covered with expensive carpets, which are warm to the touch.
Feng Xuan took off his shoes, helped the person in, and wanted to get out of the way.
When one person fights against a table of people, no matter how good he drinks, his stomach will still feel uncomfortable and his head will still feel bloated.
Now Feng Xuan just wants to wash his face and drink a cup of hot water to make himself feel better.
Seeing his thoughts, Tang Yan stopped the person with a deep voice: "It's late today, and you drank so much. It's not safe to drive. You can just spend the night at my place today, and go directly to the company tomorrow."
Feng Xuan felt a little top-heavy after being pulled hard by him, and his face with a pointed chin turned completely white.
He knew it was because he was drunk.
He reached out and pressed his head, hesitated for a while, and then agreed: "Okay." [
"I'm going to make a pot of sobering tea." Tang Yan faintly curled his thin lips, turned around and entered the kitchen.
Feng Xuan sat on the sofa and loosened the tie around his throat. After a busy day, he felt tired at this time.
The sofa is so soft that your whole body can sink into it, a bit like Ah Guai's back.
Feng Xuan rubbed his face and slowly closed his eyes...
This was what Tang Yan saw when he came out of the kitchen with a tea cup.
The other party seemed to be fast asleep. His suit jacket was put aside, and his white shirt and silver trousers made him look particularly sexy, vaguely abstinent, but full of naked temptation.
Tang Yan put down the teacup in his hand and walked over with a smile...