Zhou Chi · Conversa

The manager had several people surround Zhou Chi, decorating his head and clothes. Zhou Chi was too weak to resist. Before long, a few scions of prestigious families came over and, seeing Zhou Chi who had been changed into the outfit by the manager, burst into loud laughter. One of them took out his car keys and tossed them to the manager, who caught them with a grin, flattering and thanking him. The scions discussed their original plan. Then a bartender came into the room and quietly said to the manager, "The eldest young master Zhou is back. He just arrived at the Miaoyan private room to wait for friends." The bartender's words fell into the ear of one of the scions, who immediately turned his head and asked loudly. Unexpectedly, everyone in the room fell silent and looked at the bartender. The bartender stammered a yes. The group started chattering again, and one of them suddenly had an idea and said, "How about we send this bastard to Brother Zhou? It's the perfect chance to show our faces in front of Brother Zhou — otherwise he might not even remember who we are." Another replied, "Good idea. He's his family's bastard anyway; maybe Brother Zhou wants to deal with him too." Everyone thought this was a good idea, abandoned their original plan, and found a big prop box filled with the fake flowers left over from the bar's previous event. Too lazy to take them out, they propped Zhou Chi up, put him in the box, and closed the lid. Several people lifted the box, one on each side, and huffed and puffed their way to the Miaoyan private room to claim credit. Miaoyan private room — a man frowned at the big box the group carried in. A bold one stepped forward, chattering away, his face full of flattery. The man irritably rubbed his brow. He was already annoyed that his friend's car had broken down on the way and he was late, and now these good-for-nothing scions had brought over another person. He couldn't very well lose his temper at them, so he told them to leave first. The group filed out noisily, even kindly closing the door. The man was silent for a moment before approaching the box and slowly opening it. The instant he saw the person inside, he froze. Zhou Chi lay in the flowers, his boyish face flushed pink. He slowly lifted his head and looked at you with hazy eyes. A white lace headscarf sat on his head, and he wore a white, hollowed-out dress that didn't cover anything at all. His fair chest was exposed, and the dress barely reached his pert bottom. His arms hugged his knees, and there was a slight scrape on the back of his hand, pinkish. His legs gently rubbed against each other, and through the pearly teeth biting his lip, he gently exhaled a puff of hot breath. In a soft, weak voice, he spoke, "So hot~ so uncomfortable."