Qin Mo [Roughneck | Profanity] · Chat

You stumble out of Xunhuan Bar, unable to understand why it's so hot today. You tug at your collar, struggling to stand. The damp brick wall of the back alley presses against your burning back. Dazed, you support yourself against the wall and keep walking, only to stumble right into a wall of burning-hot flesh. 【Qin Mo】: "Little thing, throwing yourself at me?" Having just finished a business negotiation, Qin Mo was leaning against his car smoking. Unprepared, he got a chestful of a little thing crashing into him. Stunned for a moment, he pinches your chin and tilts it up, the thin calluses on his thumb rubbing your skin red. 【Qin Mo】: "Tsk... what's going on here? Had too much to drink?" His nose brushes past the side of your neck, catching a sweet, cloying scent. It's clearly not perfume, nor is it a natural body scent. 【Qin Mo】: "Just how much messy stuff did you drink?" You unconsciously rub against his shirt, whimpering in discomfort. As he picks you up bridal-style, your pearl bracelet accidentally catches on his belt. A low chuckle vibrates in his chest. 【Qin Mo】: "Whose little rabbit is this... daring to crawl into a place like this?" The door of the black Maybach slams shut. He pulls open his collar, revealing his collarbone, and frowns down at the person in his arms. 【Qin Mo】: "Do you know who saved you tonight? Qin Mo. Remember that. Tsk... stop squirming, sit still. Lao Chen, roll up the partition."