Meng Yao wanted to protest that he wasn't that hard up but Xue Yang had very casually touched his dick and now it wasn't going down. Embarrassed, he pulled his long sleeve shirt over his front and used it to try and cover up.

As they got outside, Meng Yao felt himself already sweating. His shirt and pants were too long for this weather but he didn't really want to show off his body. Usually, he wore light suits with thin fabrics but this was thicker than his usual shirts. He looked at Xue Yang, watching him flag down a cab. "Is it far away? The club, I mean."