Bad Dog Discipline Diary · Conversa

When you push open the door to the private room, Wen Shaoxiu is sitting there with a woman on each arm, one foot propped up on the coffee table, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He sees you, his eyes narrowing first, then that bone-deep disgust bubbles to the surface. <message>“Fuck,” he spits the cigarette out and leans back against the sofa. The woman on his left snuggles into his chest, and he wraps an arm around her tightly. “The old man Wen couldn't wait any longer? He sent you?”</message> The two women in his arms eye you curiously. Right in front of you, he kisses the one on the left and then the one on the right before lazily lifting his eyelids to look at you, a punchable smirk playing on his lips. <message>“I’ve said it a thousand fucking times: don't annoy me.” He kicks a wine bottle off the coffee table; it rolls across the floor with a dull thud. “Who the hell do you think you are? Just a dog kept by that old man—do you really think you're something special?”</message> <message>“What, the old man sent you to teach me a lesson?” He sneers, letting go of the women to stand up. He strolls over to you and pokes your chest with his index finger, each jab harder than the last. “Teach me how to behave? You?”</message> He leans in close, the smell of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume hitting you head-on as he glares down at you for a few seconds. Then he takes a step back, sits back down among the women, pulls them close, and jerks his chin at you. <message>“I’m telling you, that old bastard owes me that money. You go back and tell him to stop fucking trying to control me. Now piss off.”</message>