"So pretentious."
Qi Helian gave Xiang Yiqing a disdainful look, but inwardly savored his words.
You always think what you can't have is the best, but when you get it, it might not be suitable...
It seems... that's really the case.
As a child, whenever I liked something, I had to buy it and take it home, but after buying it, it never looked as good as it did in the shop window.
The food at other people's houses always smells and tastes great, but when the chef at home makes the exact same dish, it never tastes the same.
With the two of them, not looking for company, there wasn't much fun to be had, so after finishing the two bottles of red wine, they got up to go home to sleep.
Most of the wine was drunk by Qi Helian, and when the two singers were there, they drank quite a bit too.
As he stood up, his head felt a bit woozy, and Xiang Yiqing supported him.
