“Red Middle!” “Pong!” I shouted beside Mrs. Lin, quickly helping her grab the “Red Middle” the butler had just played. “Pong, pong, pong, who do you think you’re pinging?” Mrs. Lin couldn’t take it anymore, grabbing an “East” tile and hitting me on the head with it. “Ow, why did you hit me? Didn’t you see? You have two ‘Red Middles’!” “You little brat, you call ‘pong’ every time you see three of anything. I’m always screwed because of you! I was about to win with a self-pick, look, the next tile was ‘Four Circles’! Drink! Get out of my way!” Ah Bing, the butler, and Fourth Sister were all stifling their laughter… I sat in the corner with a pout, still sneaking peeks. Who could blame me for having good eyesight? “Pong!” I excitedly stood up, and then Ah Bing fell, making way for the Black Superman. “Pong!” Four pairs of eyes turned to me, and I raised my hands, “It wasn’t me.” Really. Then there was another “pong,” this time from outside, getting louder and more terrifying, until finally… “Pong!” The door opened, and it was Qi Yufeng…
He saw me, walked straight over, furious. I screamed and kicked, but was still caught and carried out of the room. “Mrs. Lin, save me!” “Butler, save me!” “Fourth Sister! Ah Bing! Black… Handsome Driver!” “Serves you right!” “Ow!” I was thrown onto the bed and bounced back up. Qi Yufeng, with hands on either side of me, leaned down teasingly, “Baby, look at what you’ve drawn.” I couldn’t help but laugh, he lifted my chin with his tongue, licking gently. I sucked in a breath, scared, and backed away. He let go generously but prowled towards me like a leopard. “You, you…” “You’ve ruined my plans, so I have to vent my frustrations on you.” He was about to come down on me. “What do you mean by venting? It’s your own disgusting idea, celebrating your birthday by unzipping your pants!” He flicked my forehead, “What are you thinking? Do you think I’m some kind of stud?” Aren’t you? -.-… Of course, I dared not say that out loud. A calendar flashed through my mind; today seemed like a dangerous day. So… Alright, I threw myself into his arms, “Don’t be mad… my dear D.” (Shivering…)
Qi Yufeng was trimming his nails. Look at him, such a big shot, yet no different from an ordinary citizen, sitting there trimming his nails. I gave him a not-so-gentle push from behind, and he gave me a cold glance before continuing. I checked, no blood? “I saw that coming.” “Uh… haha…” “Your turn.” “That’s it? Aren’t you going to add some color? Ow, don’t move, I won’t cut, I won’t cut…” T-T… He held me tight, I couldn’t move; what if he accidentally made me bleed… He trimmed my nails clean and round, but now how would I pinch him…
