The café was already buzzing with people when he arrived. Catching sight of Shengli, he took a stride toward his booth before sitting down.
"Zixuan."
Shengli called, but why was he looking at him so weirdly?
"What?" Zixuan asked, confused by the gaze he was being met with.
"Where are you coming from?" he asked, pointing at the shirt.
Damn, he was caught. He had forgotten Alphas had sharp noses.
"None of your business," Zixuan snapped, but his nervous fidgeting and eyes told a different story.
Seeing his guilty behavior, Shengli's eyes widened. "Don't tell me—you and Haoran did it again?"
With a teasing gaze, he added, "You bullied Haoran until he couldn't get out of bed."
"Shut up!"
"Okay." Shengli raised his hands in surrender. He never expected his friend to be such a beast. Casually topping an Alpha—he was an Alpha himself, and he knew his kind were naturally dominant. He somehow pitied Haoran.
