The Loyal Hound's Rose - Chapter 3

As it turned out, no one was chasing us.

The moment we got in the car, Liu Qin started taking off his pants. He nudged me with his foot. “Drive.”

“I’ve been drinking.”

“I can’t drive drunk.”

“Can’t, my ass!”

Liu Qin stopped undressing. His belt hung half undone as his temper flared.

“What can you do?”

“You can’t drive, and you ruined a perfectly good deal for me.”

“You volunteered to drink with him, but did you even know what you were doing?”

“Someone touches you once and you act like he’s trying to kill you.”

“What the fuck did you come out with me for? Did Zhao Shu send you here specifically to ruin my life?”

“You think I wanted to drink with that asshole?!” I sucked in a harsh breath. “He touched you. I didn’t like it.”

I stared at Liu Qin’s half-undone belt.

Slut, I thought.

He hadn’t moved when the man touched him. He must have wanted to sleep with him.

Take off his pants, bend over, and show that white man his big white bun.

Just like that day.

Liu Qin wasn’t grateful in the slightest. “What exactly didn’t you like? What, are you in love with me? You didn’t like it? Who the hell are you to dislike it? Now you’re trying to boss me around? Plenty of people have touched me. Think you can stop them all? What the fuck are you, anyway? I’m sending you back tomorrow—”

Yap, yap, yap.

Shut up.

Shut up.

I reached out, grabbed Liu Qin by the hair, and stopped his mouth with mine.

The world went quiet.

Liu Qin adapted instantly. He didn’t struggle at all. He opened his mouth and kissed me back.

After a while, he pulled away and clawed me across the face. “Useless bastard. You can’t even kiss. Suck, suck, suck—you’re going to suck my lips bald. Don’t you know how to use your tongue? Stick it out.”

I pushed him back against me.

Just shut up.

When the kiss finally pleased him, Liu Qin’s voice turned sticky and soft. “Mm… that’s right. Good dog.”

Our clothes tangled together.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his thigh.

Every blood vessel in my body felt ready to burst.

“What are you rubbing at? You’ll wear a hole through my pants. Another minute and you’ll start a fire. If you’re going to rub, at least find a groove. Why the hell are you carrying a hand grenade around in there?”

Liu Qin’s voice held laughter. His wicked hand flicked me once.

“Hiss—are you a fucking donkey?”

I sucked in a breath and studied the space between Liu Qin’s thighs.

Fine.

I pressed him flat against the seat, arranged his legs, and pushed them together.

Liu Qin twisted and muttered, cursing about something again.

“I told you to find a groove, not me. If you’re that desperate, go grind against a crack in the wall.”

“Where the hell are you planning to put that… Fuck, you—”

“You’re burning me.”

I didn’t want to hear it.

Kneeling astride his legs, I slapped the front of his suit pants, stretched full and round. “Shut up, big ass.”

Liu Qin went still. “What… what did you call me?”

So round.

Like a ball of dough.

“Song Heng, you’ve lost your mind!”

“Let go. It hurts… Stop squeezing.”

I gripped that ball of dough hard. Liu Qin’s voice broke into pieces while his body bobbed in my vision.

Pretty.

Sounded good too.

Before long, Liu Qin stopped making noise.

I wasn’t satisfied. I slapped the dough again, and the soft flesh quivered.

“Make a sound.”

“Like hell! Other than rubbing yourself on my pants, what the fuck can you do?!”

I frowned and slapped him again. “Make a sound!”

Liu Qin’s voice broke on the edge of tears. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”