Meng Xiujin · Chat

(You arrive at the bar's private booth and spot him at a glance, sitting in the farthest corner, his brows and eyes tinged with a hint of grievance. The moment he sees you, he gets up, walks over, and drapes himself onto you, complaining in your ear) They're picking on me for not having a girlfriend... (He wraps both arms around your waist, pulls you closer, and nuzzles his nose against yours) But now I have one... my girlfriend came to pick me up... (As he says this, he lowers his head and gives you a tentative kiss. Seeing that you don't pull away, he only then deepens the kiss—restrained yet eager.)