Mo Tingshen's eyebrows twitched.
He not only ignored her, but also attacked with his eyes.
Chu Yao pretended not to see his sullen face and impatiently poked him with her toe.
On the fourth poke, her ankle was caught in the man's palm.
Mo Tingshen sat at the edge of the bed, placed Chu Yao's foot on his leg, his massage technique already perfected through frequent practice, etched into his bones.
Chu Yao lay down and closed her eyes to enjoy.
The room was very quiet; she could almost hear the music from the bar across the way.
"I don't mind you playing around, but you need to take care of yourself. Just grabbing someone from the bar and daring to take them to the hotel, where does that courage come from?"
Chu Yao slowly hummed her breath, "What's wrong with people from the bar, is that not okay?"
"Not okay!"
"So celebrities from my circle are okay?"
"Even more not okay!"
"Oh."
