The drunken one saw someone brimming with jealousy, and his heart was already blooming with laughter inside. Holding back his chuckle, he stepped forward, got closer to Qing Yi, and reached for the buttons on his shirt.
With slender, attractive fingers, he gently pinched a button on his shirt, toying with it.
"Brother Qing Yi, what are you doing?"
The drunk one asked with a low laugh.
Qing Yi cast his eyes down to glance at the hand playing with his button, his gaze dimmed slightly, and then he looked up at the drunken one who was incredibly close to him.
Since the drunken one was a few centimeters shorter than him and was currently lowering his head to fiddle with his button, when Qing Yi looked up, he saw the drunken one's black, soft short hair, but couldn't see his facial expression at that moment. However, from the suppressed laughter in his voice, Qing Yi could already imagine it.
"...I've noticed lately you..."
