Frottage

"Zhu Ting, I'm not done with you!" Yelling continued to erupt from inside the room.

Because Ji Yanran had to have a meeting, she turned off her communicator. In a frenzy, Han Sen ran to the teleporter and returned to the shelter. "Zhu Ting, you son of a troll! Come out here!"

"Boss, what is it?" Zhu Ting left his room and couldn't help but notice Han Sen's soured expression. Zhu Ting turned and attempted to leave in a hurry, but Han Sen made sure to block his escape.

"Zhu Ting, you and your dreadful Jade-Sun Force... does it look like I need that sort of thing? My kidney is stronger than that of a titan! When I get hard, I sometimes scare myself!" Han Sen scowled at Zhu Ting with dagger-eyes, and gritted his teeth.

Zhu Ting felt a chill run down his spine. With a forced smile, he said, "Boss, please don't get mad! This isn't what you think."

"Then what is it?" Han Sen looked at Zhu Ting with murder in his eyes.