Zhao Qirou bit her lip, her cheek flushed, and said again, "I said... I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Absolutely not," Zhao Dong replied without a second thought. "You're a grown woman. I'm taking you home."
Zhao Qirou's temper flared at his words. She shook off his hand and stormed away without a backward glance.
Behind her, Zhao Dong said with a wry smile, "Qirou, be good. Let your brother take you home."
"No! I really don't want to go home and sleep tonight. Just take me to a hotel, that'll be fine."
Zhao Dong scratched his head. Knowing how stubborn she could be, he could only agree helplessly. "Alright, alright, fine. I promise, I'll take you to a hotel. Just stop walking off."
Zhao Qirou immediately stopped and turned, beaming radiantly at Zhao Dong. "I knew you couldn't bear to leave me, brother."
Zhao Dong sighed, truly at his wit's end with her. The two of them hailed a cab and headed for a hotel.
