Don't Touch Me, Don't Make Me Fail

Yan Qingsi unbuttoned his top impatiently and tugged on it. "Unbutton it yourself, now that it's cool, don't waste my time, I'm busy."

Yue Tingfeng felt that the vibe was off - why did he feel like he was being taken advantage of?

Yue Tingfeng held Yan Qingsi's hands. "Did you think this through? This is within the vicinity of your studio, there are people walking around, if this car starts moving, people will know what's going on in here."

Yan Qingsi held Yue Tingfeng's chin and laughed. "Really, that's what you're concerned about? You're being this polite and shy?"

"I'm just afraid that you'll…"

Yan Qingsi scoffed. "What is there to be afraid of? Just take photos of me, whatever, I have so much of bad publicity material myself anyway, would I be afraid of this one thing? Rather than having people make stuff up about me, why don't I do something myself, are you sleeping with me or not, stop delaying it."