“My online friend and I have also known each other for many years. He is extremely polite, has great boundaries, and is such a gentle, adorable, and handsome guy.” Yan Qi glanced sideways at Song Xuetan. “Moreover, he doesn’t go around trying to coax people into happiness everywhere; I’m the only one. He’s enduringly affectionate and devoted. Now that is a high-quality online friend.”
As if completely oblivious to Yan Qi’s gaze, Song Xuetan said casually, “Handsome? Have you two ever met?”
“Of course!” Feeling guilty, Yan Qi picked up a piece of pickled cucumber with his chopsticks, burying his head to dodge Song Xuetan’s gaze. “If he debuted, he’d be top-tier material. When you have time, I’ll let you meet him and open your eyes he’s way more handsome than those little fanboys of yours.”
“Oh?” Song Xuetan smiled faintly, amusement dancing in his eyes. “There’s no time like the present, then. Let’s make it tomorrow night.”