Hearing the noise at the door, the guys all looked over in unison.
"Want a drink?"
Chen Yansen suggested with a brilliant smile, holding snacks in one hand and beer in the other.
"I… I can't drink."
Song Yang said hesitantly, sitting on his bed.
He had a bit of social anxiety and felt that he and Chen Yansen had only exchanged greetings so far. They weren't familiar enough to sit and drink together yet.
'Can't drink?'
'What a load of bullshit!'
In his past life, when he had passed through Qin Island, the two of them had polished off a dozen Pabst Blue Ribbon 1844s while standing on crates. Back then, Song Yang had merely loosened his belt, his face not even flushing.
"Cut the crap! Either you get your ass down here, or I'm coming up."
Chen Yansen grinned, his threat blatant.
"Brother Sen, I'll drink with you."
