The fatty reached them, panting slightly, sweat already beading on his brow.
"That girl's my girlfriend!" he snapped, pointing at the unconscious waitress in Hei Long's arms:
"Put her down right now!"
Hei Long raised a brow. "She fainted. I caught her. That's it."
"Yeah right! Don't act so noble! You did something to her, didn't you?! That smile of yours—too charming! It's dangerous!"
Hei Long blinked, then finally set the girl gently down in a nearby chair, making sure her head rested comfortably.
"Is this better?" he asked, brushing his hands together.
The fatty huffed, clearly unsure how to continue now that she was no longer in Hei Long's arms--
But he kept going, unable to stop his momentum:
"Don't think just 'cause you're the Saint or whatever you can charm your way into every girl's life! Some people actually work for their relationships!"
Behind, someone muttered, "Didn't he confess to her yesterday, and she turned him down?"
"Twice," someone else whispered.
