The more anxious someone was, the more easily they made mistakes. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Shaoyu's gaze darkened slightly, and he took a hard drag on his cigarette.
The others in the private room filed out, laughing and chatting.
Zheng Yan Che licked his lips and lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze. "Hurry up and give it to me."
Wen Shaoyu's Adam's apple bobbed. He stubbed out his cigarette and struck like a snow leopard, precisely finding his prey's weak spot while he was caught off guard and going straight for it.
A frantic hand knocked over the cups and saucers on the table. Zheng Yan Che instinctively opened his mouth to speak, only to offer himself up instead.
"Mmph!"
Wen Shaoyu pressed against Zheng Yan Che until he involuntarily tilted his head back. His neatly tucked shirt was pulled out at the waist, and beneath the cover of his black suit jacket, a brazen hand and pale skin flickered in and out of view.
His raised chin received a bite, and Zheng Yan Che's hand crumpled the tablecloth.
"What's the rush? Aren't I giving it to you now?"
Zheng Yan Che gazed dazedly at the halo of light overhead, unable to understand how anyone could be so shameless.
That was not what he had meant at all.
His neat tie had come loose. Zheng Yan Che pushed his hand away and took two steps back to straighten himself up.
Wen Shaoyu gave an amused snort. "Turning your back on me now that you've gotten what you wanted?"
Zheng Yan Che did not even want to acknowledge him. He straightened his clothes, turning a deaf ear, then said expressionlessly, "The car keys!"
Wen Shaoyu raised an eyebrow slightly. He had gotten smarter this time