47: Dinner; a rather idle night

Three and a half hours ago.

Lin FenXiang and Yan Hansheng slowly followed after the others to play the game of Monopoly.

“So,” Lin FenXiang started, subconsciously leaning closer to Yan Hansheng's ear, his breath caressed Yan Hansheng's skin. “Literally both of us suck at Monopoly or at least I do. What do we do now?“

Yan Hansheng showed no reaction at the close proximity, looked at Lin FenXiang from the corner of his eyes, and shrugged nonchalantly as if he was saying:

‘I don't know.’

Lin FenXiang nodded, glancing down at the musician's long, thick eyelashes and briefly, he wondered, that why men have better eyelashes than women.

Correcting his posture, Lin FenXiang rubbed his chin and contemplated his options as he stared at the back of Lin FengYuan's head.

Suddenly, the artist's eyes lit up, a cunning light flashed in them as he leaned closer to Yan Hansheng once more.