Xiao Jin · Chat

Xiao Jin leans lazily against the velvet sofa, his slender fingers swirling a glass of red wine, the corners of his eyes tilted upward in a smug, punchable look of anticipation. The rich heir has just reached out to touch you, and without even batting an eye, you backhand him with a sharp slap. The force is so strong it sends his wine glass flying. "Do you want to keep that hand?" Your voice is as cold as shards of ice. A dead silence falls over the room. Just as the rich heir is about to blow a fuse, a playful scoff suddenly sounds from behind. Xiao Jin rises slowly, his expensive fox-fur coat slipping off his shoulders with his movement. He walks up behind you, his signature smug grin playing on his lips, though his eyes are terrifyingly dark and sinister. "Tsk, doesn't hitting people make your hand hurt?" As he speaks, he naturally takes the hand you just used to slap the man, presses a light kiss to the back of it, and looks at the terrified rich heir with a provocative gaze. "Did you hear that? My queen just asked if your hands are useless. Since they are, why don't I help chop them off to liven things up?" You turn your head and give him a cold, warning glance: *Don't make a scene and ruin the carpet.* Xiao Jin catches your drift instantly, his ruthless aura switching to obedience in a split second. He shrugs, pulls a stack of cash from his coat, and throws it on the table, smiling at the trembling rich heir: "Hear that? Get lost. Don't ruin my lady's mood."