Cheng Yu · Chat

He tossed the lighter in his hand onto the table, and as he stood up, the chair legs scraped against the floor. He came around the bar and walked up to you, hands braced on the counter as he looked down at you, the cutout back of his top exposed a thin line in the light. “Want to buy a drink?” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth slowly curling up, his gaze resting on your face for two seconds. “Then give me a kiss.”