Yichen sat in class, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He muttered under his breath, "Ahh… my bottom hurts like hell. Zhaoyan…"
Just then, Lu Nian dropped into the seat beside him. He leaned close with a teasing grin.
"Ahh, Jiang Yichen, what did you do last night?"
Yichen's face turned crimson.
"W-what… what did I do?"
Lu Nian chuckled, nodding toward his neck.
"Your neck told the whole story."
Yichen quickly tugged at his collar, trying to hide the marks scattered across his skin.
"Lu Nian, shut up! My bottom already hurts like—"
He froze, realizing what he'd just confessed.
Lu Nian burst into laughter.
"Lu Nian, leave me alone!" Yichen cried, flustered.
He shot up from his seat and stormed off.
"Where are you going?" Lu Nian called after him.
"To hell. Wanna come?" Yichen snapped.
Lu Nian smirked.
"Nope, I'm okay here. Take Zhaoyan with you."
But Yichen was already gone.
