Qie Xieling thought for a moment before he replied honestly. "I think I am a forgetful drunk... I have alcohol-induced blackouts," he said before taking a sip.

Luo Muchen gazed at him his expression unreadable. "Have you ever been that drunk that you couldn’t remember anything?"

Qie Xieling showed a slight smile recalling the night in the hotel when he couldn’t remember anything. He was starting to get flashbacks of that night. He recalled how Luo Muchen fought him for the hotel phone when he was ordering spicy food and when he pulled his chair closer and fed him.

His lips quirked subconsciously and Luo Muchen felt like he had just drunk an entire jar of vinegar leaving a burning sour feeling in his throat.

"I have but I do remember somethings," replied Qie Xieling before taking another big sip of the prosecco. He couldn’t help but wonder if Luo Muchen would ever remember their interactions in the game or if he would forget all about it the moment he got up.

Luo Muchen saw how distracted he was so he gently pinched his chin and made him look at him. "Who are you thinking about," he asked his voice tinged with a mixture of jealousy and anxiety.

Qie Xieling looked him straight in the eyes and answered honestly. "You... I am thinking about you," he said and Luo Muchen was a little surprised.

But as he looked deeper into Qie Xieling’s gaze, he saw the sincerity written all over his face. The tension that had been building within him began to ease slowly, step by step. He knew Qie Xieling like the back of his hand and could tell when he was lying. This time he wasn’t. He really was thinking about him.

"What about me are you thinking about?" asked Luo Muchen and Qie Xieling bit his lower lip before whispering in his ear,

"I am thinking about you taking me inside and we can continue this conversation there." Luo Muchen’s eyes darkened the under lying meaning in those words clear.

"Okay," he replied before getting up abruptly like he was being chased.

Qie Xieling’s brow arched as he glanced up at him a little curious. His enthusiasm was really infectious.

He got up and the two of them walked towards the well-lit beach house.

"Can I carry you?" asked Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen was taken aback. He rubbed the back of his lover’s hand with his thumb while asking,

"You want to carry me? Are you sure you won’t break your back?" Qie Xieling gasped exaggeratedly like he had been insulted.

"Come, I will carry you all the way to the house," said Qie Xieling trying to prove a point.

Luo Muchen was more than willing to indulge him. "Just don’t drop me. I am fragile."

Qie Xieling laughed out loud while standing in front of him. "If you keep talking shit I might just drop you." Luo Muchen could have obediently jumped on his back without doing anything but he couldn’t resist slapping Qie Xieling’s butt.

Qie Xieling, "..."

Luo Muchen pursed his lips as he jumped on Qie Xieling’s back.

At first, he struggled to balance the shifting sand and the added weight of his boyfriend, but with time, he found his footing and started to enjoy the feeling of carrying Luo Muchen.

Luo Muchen, the scary triad boss with a terrible reputation was actually beaming with joy at the chance to be able to be carried by his sweetheart and he was not shy about it either.

As Qie Xieling made his way through the sand holding him securely he could feel Luo Muchen’s warm breath on his ear, neck and part of his chest. A blush crept up his skin stimulated by the man he was carrying. He excused his behaviour thinking that he was not doing it on purpose but when Luo Muchen bit his earlobe he knew that he was messing with him.

Qie Xieling dodged while saying, "I will drop you if you keep misbehaving."

Luo Muchen stopped but that didn’t last for long. Soon Qie Xieling felt the gentle touch of Luo Muchen’s hands on his chest. If Luo Muchen hadn’t nibbled on his ear before he would have thought it was just to steady himself.

Now that he knew what he was up to he instantly knew that Luo Muchen was taking advantage of their intimate position. With a slight grin, Qie Xieling shifted his weight, causing Luo Muchen to grip him tighter. Who exactly was now taking advantage of who was evident?

Luo Muchen’s hands slipped underneath the collar of Qie Xieling’s t-shirt with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Mu Mu, you really can’t help yourself can you?"

Luo Muchen rested his head on the crevice of Qie Xieling’s neck and said, "How can I when you are this enticing," while he gently pinched Qie Xieling’s nipples.

Qie Xieling felt his blood boiling with excitement. With a mischievous intent, he suddenly dropped Luo Muchen to the ground.

He tumbled onto the soft sand with a surprised yelp. He was momentarily startled and he wasn’t hurt. A playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he watched Qie Xieling, the love of his life, sprinting towards the house. Taking advantage of the situation, Luo Muchen decided to indulge in a little harmless mischief. He contorted his face into an exaggerated expression of pain, pretending to be injured.

Seeing Luo Muchen’s grimace, Qie Xieling’s heart sank, and he abruptly halted in his tracks. Concern etched across his face, he swiftly turned back, leaving behind his sprint to the house. Worried about Luo Michen’s well-being, he rushed towards him, his steps heavy with anxiety.

"Where does it hurt.... baby, is it here or here?" he asked while touching everywhere. Luo Muchen almost couldn’t keep up the act. He wanted to laugh as he felt ticklish but he held it in with a grimace on his face.

"Argh Lin Lin, why... it hurts," he said and the men who knew him well almost gouged their eyes out. This man jumped off the third floor to get to Qie Xieling and walked it off afterwards like nothing happened. It took Doctor Kang suppressing him for him to attend to his wounds. That fall was absolutely nothing to him. In other words, their boss was faking it.