,"What are you, my boss?" Titus Zane leaned on one hand, his smiling face appearing a bit hazy, yet on closer inspection, it was crystal clear.
"I can hold my liquor very well, a thousand cups without getting drunk."
Nathan Moore noncommittally curled his lips and thought to himself, a thousand cups? That night, you hadn't even had ten before you were dead drunk.
He pushed a glass of red wine towards Titus Zane. When Titus reached for it, Nathan hadn't had time to withdraw his hand, and their fingers touched unexpectedly, electrifying, so Nathan quickly pulled away.
Titus, on the other hand, just smiled faintly, looking at Nathan like a shy, naive young boy, the smile at the corner of his lips growing stronger.
Suddenly, he felt a mischievous urge to tease. In the past, Nathan always bullied him, now it was his turn to take some back.
