Yichen shoved the man's hand away, his voice sharp and trembling. "I said no. No means no! Why the hell did you touch me like that?" He shouted, his frustration breaking through the drunken haze.
The man only smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. "You look even cuter when you're angry. Sorry, I was just trying to hit on you."
"I'm married," Yichen snapped, grabbing his glass and downing it in one gulp, his throat burning from the whiskey.
"Married?" The man tilted his head, still smiling as if the word didn't mean anything. "Why would a boy as cute as you marry so early? Why?"
"I don't know," Yichen muttered bitterly, his hand trembling as he reached for another drink.
The man leaned back casually, pouring himself a drink. "Well, I can't hit on you now, can I? But what about drinking together? Just talking?"
