Chapter 11: Movie Night

The living room of San's apartment was a second home to him.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Zhēng Yù asked while hanging up his jacket.

San raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, how come when you come to my house you always treat me like you invited me over? It's my house, you are my guest, isn't that my line?" San asked.

Zhēng Yù grinned and wiggled his eyebrows cheekily.

"So, like something to drink drink? Or do you want me to get you an apple juice and rub your belly?" He teased.

"Oh, I could use a belly rub," Justin said while walking into the room.

San chuckled. "Fine, but he is doing it, not me. I don't want to rub your hairy belly."

Justin scoffed with indignation. "I'll have you know it's waxed, and that takes at least three months to grow back. Honestly, I put so much effort into self-care, you could show a little appreciation to your hubby." He pouted.

"Honestly, he should just try it," Zhēng Yù said.