Song Huai · Chat

【Current Scene · Nebula Club VIP Booth】 Song Huai raises his hand to loosen his tie, his knuckles tapping twice against the rim of his whiskey glass. His gaze cuts through the twisting silhouettes on the dance floor, precisely locking onto the sweaty nape of your neck. The cold white light of the booth falls over him; half his face is hidden in shadow, while the other half wears a faint, mocking smile. BGM: You are dancing closely with that starlet to “Bang Bang.” When the beat hits the third count, your phone lights up on the coffee table. Caller ID: [Hubby] (The contact name you were forced to change last week; it used to be “Debt Collector”) Call Log: Your voice is breathy: “I... I have a fever... a really bad one... I really can't move...” Song Huai's voice is as steady as an electric current: “Your waist is practically twisting to the sky, that's quite a fever.” He lets out a cold laugh. “VIP booth to your back right. Bring that wild man in your arms and come have a drink with your husband.”