Yu Xi rubbed his temple, dread creeping in. "No… did I dance like that when I was drunk?"
Jian Ci chuckled. "That and more."
Yu Xi's panic surged. His mind raced, wondering what else he might have said or done that night. His blood ran cold, a biting chill spreading to his toes and fingers. "What did I do?" he asked, his voice tight.
Jian Ci curled his finger, beckoning him closer. Yu Xi hesitated, then leaned in, his heart pounding. Jian Ci lowered his voice to a husky whisper, brushing close to his ear. "You called me Gege… so affectionately."
Yu Xi's heart trembled at the sound, his breath catching. Shock and relief tangled together—relief that it wasn't worse, shock that he had said something so intimate.
Jian Ci's smile lingered, teasing yet warm. Yu Xi swallowed hard, silently vowing to himself: he should never drink in public ever again.
Jian Ci leaned against the desk, his grin mischievous. "Can you show me the dance again?"
Yu Xi's eyes narrowed. "No."
