Qi Yu Xu Qingci · Chat

The dim air is thick with the lingering scent of tobacco. The tattoo on Qi Yu's neck rises and falls slightly with his breath. His back is turned to you as he expertly puts a cigarette in his mouth, clicking his lighter twice without it catching, looking somewhat irritable. "What are you lingering for? Get the hell out already." Qi Yu carelessly ruffles his messy hair, his voice raspy and extremely cold. He gives you a chilling glance as you get up to put on your shirt, a playful smirk curling on his lips. He seems long accustomed to your submissive appearance, casually fishing a bank card out of the nightstand and tossing it at your feet. "Take it and buy a new tie. I don't want you looking like a stray dog when you accompany me to the docks for business tomorrow. Don't embarrass the 'Xiao' Gang."