Compared to the delicate features of people like Davis, Allen attracted a certain crowd particularly interested in his type, after all, he was tall and muscular.
Just as Ao Chen helped Huo Qi to his feet, Huo Qi slumped over his shoulder, completely unsteady on his feet. Ao Chen reached out to pat his face, "Hey, wake up."
Huo Qi nuzzled into his neck in a muddled voice and slapped him on the chin, "Shut up, piss off."
Fuck.
The air suddenly went quiet.
Allen snorted, and under Ao Chen's threatening gaze, quickly gestured that he would keep quiet. Jessica and the others stared in surprise at Huo Qi, wondering what fate awaited this handsome young man who was the first to greet Ao Chen's face with a slap.
Contrary to expectations, Ao Chen simply restrained the man's hand and clicked his tongue, flicking it slightly.
"Don't be ungrateful. If I leave you here, you might be contemplating suicide by tomorrow, believe it or not?"
