บท 107: 104: Let's go home; enveloped in a sense of security

Beta'd by SnowyEgrett

Lin FenXiang blinked at Yan Hansheng's reaction and slowly turned his head to look behind himself, just as he'd expected, it was none other than Bai XiNian, his best friend. For a moment, Lin FenXiang wanted to smack him in the face. But you didn't hear that from him.

Looking at the painter with an impressively neutral look on his face, Bai XiNian — who was leaning close to Lin FenXiang — first cast his gaze at him and then at the musician whom he was talking to.

“You two,” he drawled out, in a rather bored voice. “Are lucky that you are sitting in the back. But can you two at least not treat this place as some cafe for your date?“

Lin FenXiang looked stunned at his words, then, his face contorted into a slight grimace. The painter was stuck between feeling sheepish or feeling defensive over the innocent nature of his relationship with Yan Hansheng, he eventually answered.