Chapter 92 091. Things Take a Sudden Turn!
The song ended, and the KTV room fell completely silent.
An Han stood dazedly in front of the screen, staring blankly ahead, waiting for the next track to auto-play.
But after waiting for a long time with no sound, he finally turned around. His pupils were slightly unfocused, his cheeks puffed out, and with a lazy, weary yet dissatisfied tone, he asked, “Where’s the next song? Why did it stop?”
“Holy crap! That was insane!”
Chen Junjie was the first to snap out of it, slapping his thigh hard and leaping to his feet.
Long Xing and Wang Sheng almost simultaneously shouted, “Holy crap!”
Their vocabulary seemed to have regressed to elementary-school level—nothing came out but “holy crap” and “insane.”
Only Su Peng, still recovering from the sharp pain in his groin, slowly squeezed out a single word: “Wow.”
An Han clutched the microphone with both hands, tilting his head as he watched their reactions. His sluggish brain finally jolted awake.
Wait—I was just throwing a drunken tantrum! Why are you guys so damn excited?!
Long Xing! I called you a terrible singer on your birthday and totally out-sang you in the same song—aren’t you mad?!
Why do you look happier than anyone else?!
“Wanna sing another one? I’ll go pick it for you!” Long Xing, unusually thrilled, rushed over to the song-selection console and plopped down.
“An Han! How the hell did you make your voice sound exactly like a girl’s?” Chen Junjie hurried over, eyes practically sparkling. “You’re seriously not worse than real pop stars!”
But An Han had zero self-awareness. Empowered by advanced vocal skills, even his drunken, uninhibited singing vastly outshone everyone else in the room.
Since Long Xing wasn’t angry, An Han lost interest in singing further. He swayed back to the sofa and plopped down, then turned toward Su Peng. “What’s wrong with you?”
“…”
He’d already forgotten everything he’d just done—probably wouldn’t even remember it after waking up tomorrow.
With a sigh, he flopped sideways onto the couch, his mind succumbing to drowsiness. Half-lidded, he stared blankly at the ceiling.
“You’re not singing anymore?” Chen Junjie had already gotten his phone ready to record, but An Han was already lying down.
“He’s drunk. Don’t push him,” Long Xing said gently.
Long Xing felt a pang of regret—it was the first time in two years he’d heard An Han sing. He’d expected a grating, off-key mess, but instead got a performance so stunning he was speechless.
Now it made sense—An Han’s heavy drinking earlier wasn’t random.
This was his first time ever getting drunk… probably drank precisely so he could loosen up enough to sing for my birthday.
This performance—this was An Han’s real birthday gift.
Though An Han loved pranks, he deeply feared embarrassment and wasn’t socially outgoing at all. That made this heartfelt effort all the more touching.
【Long Xing’s Affection +5】
Half-asleep, An Han suddenly saw a system prompt flash before his blurry vision.
He struggled to open his eyes and scanned the room for Long Xing.
Through his spinning, hazy sight, he finally spotted Long Xing—still animatedly chatting with Chen Junjie about his singing.
“I’m gonna smash your head with a bottle, you bastard!” An Han muttered furiously under his breath.
He tried to stand, his limbs weak and trembling, but forced himself upright as much as he could.
“You’re awake again?” Long Xing turned and asked.
Wanting An Han to rest comfortably, Long Xing and the others had stopped singing. They were now playing soft background music and quietly snacking and chatting together.
“I… uh… need to pee.”
After recognizing Long Xing’s towering figure, even drunk, An Han instinctively backed down.
“I’ll take you,” Long Xing offered immediately.
Su Peng also stood up at the same time—then both froze, exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously sat back down.
Their movements were oddly synchronized, as if sharing a silent understanding.
Two guys with affection levels in the 90s had just recognized a rival.
“I can go by myself!” An Han insisted.
He pushed himself up from the couch, gripping the backrest for support. But after just one step, his thigh slammed into the coffee table, making him yelp in pain.
Su Peng, sitting right beside him, instantly caught him. “Let me help you,” he said helplessly.
“Mmm…”
This was An Han’s first time truly drunk.
He’d never felt so powerless—like everything he tried would fail, his body weak and flimsy, as if he’d lost all ability to care for himself.
And now he was leaning on Su Peng—the very person he usually distrusted the most—which left him feeling utterly unsafe. He worried he’d be dragged into some dark corner and something terrible would happen.
Su Peng supported An Han’s shoulders. After only a few steps, he felt that soft body press tightly against his own.
An Han felt boneless, delicate. Glancing down, Su Peng saw his flushed cheeks, dewy eyes, and the beauty mark near his lips—radiating an innocent yet alluring charm. Even through layers of clothing, Su Peng could feel the heat radiating from An Han’s body and smell the faint fragrance from his hair.
It was enough to make any normal guy flustered.
“Such a little demon…” Su Peng sighed inwardly, trying hard to straighten An Han’s posture and create some distance.
But An Han couldn’t stand on his own. Despite weighing barely a hundred pounds, his body now felt incredibly heavy.
Fortunately, the KTV’s dim lighting hid Su Peng’s flushed face—and An Han, deep in drunken haze, noticed nothing.
As they stepped out of the private room, Su Peng scanned the hallway for restroom signs—when suddenly, the person in his arms spoke up.
“Su Peng…”
“Yeah?”
“You won’t… do anything to me, right?” An Han’s mind was foggy, his body uncontrollable, but his fear lingered.
Su Peng froze. The way An Han asked—in that soft, fragile voice—sounded almost like a coy invitation.
“I won’t.”
“Mmm…”
Su Peng sighed. “Don’t get drunk like this again. It’s dangerous.”
With any other guy, he wouldn’t care less—if someone passed out drunk on the street, he’d probably just leave their phone behind and walk away.
But An Han was different.
Hearing Su Peng’s promise, An Han relaxed instantly—though he still grumbled, “I didn’t mean to drink so much…”
He’d only wanted to get slightly tipsy—to pretend he was drunk and act silly.
Who knew he’d drink too fast and actually black out?
Never drinking again… that’s the plan.
They reached the restroom. Su Peng helped An Han inside—only to find every man in the stall frozen mid-stream, staring at them in shock. A few even hastily pulled up their pants and fled.
Su Peng stood there, bewildered.
“Go next door…” An Han murmured quietly.
He was used to this kind of situation.
At the entrance to the women’s restroom, Su Peng reluctantly let go, watching as An Han staggered inside, leaning against the wall.
Scratching his head, Su Peng realized—An Han seemed completely accustomed to being treated as a girl outside.
【Su Peng’s Affection +2】
The next moment, An Han came stumbling out of the restroom in a panic.
“Damn it! There was a—!”
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