Precautions

"Yo! Boy, you look great." Under the desk lamp, the blonde youth laid lazily on the sofa. On the back of his hand, the entangled double-snake heraldry reflected a silver gleam.

The faint light illuminated his fully enthusiastic smile, but the youth sitting opposite him was expressionless. He put his face closer to the lamp, showing his pair of dead eyes. "Boss, look at my face, how do I look great?"

"Aha, I just wanted to compliment you. Don’t mind me." Hermes waved and pointed to the table. "I made a good cup of tea. Have a taste. In the East, this thing is priceless!"

"Here’s a suggestion," Ye Qingxuan said bitterly. "When you want to find someone, can you not wake up the drunken Seton? I felt like he was always looking for a chance to kill me on the way here…"