Yan Ting looked at his friend, his brow tightly furrowed. "What are you laughing at? Don't tell me you've never been troubled by women?"
"I don't have women. I've always lived like a monk, my days are peaceful and carefree," Gu Qianxi said with an air of smugness.
Yan Ting looked at his self-satisfied demeanor and let out a mocking laugh. "Tong Keke doesn't count as a woman to you, huh?"
The smile froze on Gu Qianxi's face. He abruptly grabbed a pillow nearby and hurled it at Yan Ting, shouting, "Yan Ting, are you asking for death?"
Yan Ting shrugged his shoulders disdainfully. "Gu Qianxi, stop pretending. We're both men. Other people might not see through you, but do you think I wouldn't understand?"
"Don't mention this to me!" Gu Qianxi suddenly reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, his mood turning sour in an instant.
Yan Ting could only nod. "Alright, I won't bring it up. Let's have a few drinks instead."
