Ke Yuan sat on the steps beside the basketball court with his chin resting on his head, his head a little sleepy. The autumn afternoon sun was so comfortable that it made him drowsy.
Zhang Wentao saw this from a distance, took off his coat with a smile, and shouted: "Ke Xiaoyuan! Then..."
Ke Yuan's vision went dark, and the man's coat happened to cover his head.
The sleepiness was knocked away a little, and Zhang Wentao's breath rushed into his nose so domineeringly. Ke Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled secretly where he could not see.