59 SIXTH MOON

Frequently, Yibo visited private restaurants and cafes. He had little need for lounges, usually preferring to spend time in his own company, playing with Legos and practicing on his skateboard. The remainder of little free time was spent sleeping, or on the race track to further his motorcycling career. Drinking was something scarce, always filming or dancing. When he didn't need to care about such things, he would drink, at parties, in safe spaces he could let go without worry. Dancing with his senses dulled, under the lull of alcohol, was the most freeing experiencing, one he loved, one he cherished.

Recapping the water bottle he'd been drinking from, he stared at Xiao Zhan who was driving, leaving Yibo to his thoughts without disturbance. He liked that about the other man. He was respectful, enjoying quiet and home, and Yibo knew there were parts Xiao Zhan still held back.