His heart beats too fast in his chest and then, with zero forethought, he’s turning to Yibo, leaning in, and blurting out, “I had a threesome with them. With Zhang Ruoyun and Tang Yixin.”
Really, Xiao Zhan? At the Weibo awards, of all places? Where other people can see them? It was just that something about their close proximity, and the fact that Yibo looks so ridiculously sweet in those glasses, and seeing his friends flash across the screen, made the words bubble up his chest and escape through his stupid, stupid mouth.
It’d been an exhausting summer, but Wang Yibo couldn’t remember another where he’d laughed quite so much or talked quite so freely or teased quite so easily. They’d riled each other up like they were born to do it, and brought each other back again just as effortlessly – and afterwards, they’d said goodbye, and Yibo’s world had felt muted.
He had thought things were totally under control by the time the drama finally started airing and the press interviews began, but he quickly realized he’d played himself. One shy smile from Yibo and everything had come rushing back.
Only now—things are a little different. Yibo is… looking at him. A lot. And he’s not trying to hide it.