“You know, Da Qing said something interesting about your lunch today,” Zhao Yunlan says casually and Shen Wei realizes he’s been neatly led into this.
“He said you broke a table.” Shen Wei’s ears heat.
Zhao Yunlan switches off the burner and turns in Shen Wei’s arms, looping his own around Shen Wei’s neck, fingers threading into the hair at the back of his head.
“Blushing is a good look for you.”
”I didn’t like the way he spoke about you,” Shen Wei says.
Zhao Yunlan’s eyes crinkle up. ”And you broke a table!”
Shen Wei gives him a quelling look that has absolutely zero effect. His reaction was embarrassing and it's more embarrassing having Yunlan tease him for it.