If he wasn’t expecting her to retaliate with something that involved pain, then he would’ve classified under a whole new level of stupid. Still, he hissed, withdrawing his hand, rubbing at the back of it once his arm was safely at his side. “God, are you always this serious?” Yifan muttered judgmentally, finding her whole facade to be majorly overkill. That was his main complaint about the people in this business. Everyone was too goddamn paranoid and careful. If they made a living committing coldblooded murders, he didn’t see a reason for any of them to place a value on their own lives. They’re all just funsuckers: ruining what he had once found pleasure in and making it work. There were times he regretted moving into a foreign country with zero knowledge of the language and culture, and this just added on to his list.
Replacing his arm around her once the back of his hand stopped throbbing, it was only a matter of seconds before his back collided with solid brick, a groan leaving his throat. “Seriously?” He whined, fed up with being abused. “I’m a person, too. I have feelings.” Faking a pout, he watched as she began to walk off. Normally, he would deem her not worthy of the chase, but getting laid sounded like a fine idea to him. Height advantage and all, it only took him a few strides to catch up to her. Yifan rolled his neck to work out the kinks that that impact against a fucking wall had inflicted, and promptly laid his arm back over his shoulders, finding that she served as a decent arm rest.
Turning the next corner, he mapped out this block in his mind, delighted to find that what he wanted sat at the end of the street. “You know, I don’t usually go for crazy chicks,” he informed bluntly, implying that she was and is quite insane. “Still, I’m confident that your personality repels most men, so you’re probably tight and free of diseases.” Yifan grinned, not even hiding that he’s having fun with this. Guiding her right into the building once they reached it, he headed straight for the front desk. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet while keeping her close against him. “Give me the best room available right now,” he requested politely as he picked out his card.
The man on the opposite side of the desk opened his mouth, almost as if to reject him, but Yifan beat him to it. Stare hardening, he dropped the kind expression and cut to the chase with a roll of his eyes, “My name’s Kris Wu. I’m sure you’re aware of our arrangements.” The owner and him were on special terms, and he was merely lucky that one of the locations happened to be close by. It wasn’t difficult to get benefits while in his position. The man blinked before stammering a bit, none of which was important to Yifan’s ears, before handing him the card key: free of charge.
