The doors of the restrooms were mostly ajar, with only one or two closed.

Li Mochan wasn’t in a hurry to search and simply stood waiting by the sinks.

Before long, two doors opened almost simultaneously.

One of the men was tall and burly, his dazzling blonde hair fluffy and ostentatious.

Ignoring him, Li Mohan’s gaze sank heavily onto the other person.

Under the orange light, the boy’s short black hair was slightly messy, his skin fair, his ordinary features almost unnoticeable.

But it was those black, onyx-like eyes that made that inconspicuous face somehow appealing to look at.

Having been fooled once, how could Li Mochan be deceived a second time? A dark shade flashed through the depths of his eyes.

The boy walked beside him, leisurely washing his hands, and headed toward the door without turning his head.

Suddenly, a cold, large hand clasped his wrist.

"Young man," his pale eyes paused. Done for, was he recognized so quickly?

She turned around without a fuss, her eyes expressing confusion, her voice lowered, very much like the hoarseness of a young man, "Sir, may I help you?"

Li Mochan tugged at his lips, calmly speaking, "Accompany me to use the restroom."

"What?" The young man was dumbfounded, then his face showed anger and panic, "Sir, please have some self-respect."

To accompany him just for a restroom visit.

Could it be that he drank too much with Achen and the others tonight?

The little rascal, playing his part quite convincingly.

Li Mochan’s lips curled, "I don’t understand self-respect, perhaps you could teach me?"

With those words, he applied a slight force with his hand, dragging the person in front of him.

Ye Jiuliang clung to his last stubbornness, his toes digging into the ground, trying to create distance between them, "Sir, if you continue this, I’ll call for help."

Li Mochan behaved as if he heard nothing, lifting the boy by the collar with one hand and forcefully leading him into one of the stalls.

Watching the restroom door close before his eyes, Ye Jiuliang felt like crying but had no tears.

Li Mochan, that bastard, must have recognized her. Now it was all over; there was no escape.

Barely two seconds of frustration passed before Ye Jiuliang’s eyes gleamed with mischief again.

She retreated to a corner, her hands clutching her collar, her fair face showing a few traces of panic and helplessness.

"Sir, what are you trying to do? I must tell you I’m a decent person, and I won’t give in."

"Decent person?" Li Mochan smirked, inching closer to her, his tone teasing, "What do you think I’m going to do to you?"

"You... then why did you drag me in here?" Ye Jiuliang continued to feign a fragile demeanor.

"Didn’t I just say? Accompany me to the restroom," he leaned down, intensifying the proximity.

Ye Jiuliang was exasperated, her teeth grinding as she said, "It’s not like I can go for you, right?"

Damn it.

Such feigned helplessness was clearly unfit for her.

Li Mochan tilted his head, his jaw resting on her shoulder, his deep voice slightly husky, "The zipper on my pants is stuck, a bit tricky to handle."

"..."

A herd of alpacas stampeded through her heart, and Ye Jiuliang nearly planted a fist directly on his face.

She held back her temper, forcing a smile, "So what?"

Li Mochan’s lips quirked up in an amused smile, his voice low and magnetic, "Help me undo it."

Ye Jiuliang pushed against him with her hands, determined to carry on with her act, her expression emotionless, "Sir, I’m a decent person, please step aside."

Li Mochan, you just wait and see.

Li Mochan chuckled softly, his iron arm encircling her waist, his tone shifting, "Quite a slender waist."

"..."

Ye Jiuliang’s face darkened, the all energies calling out to her.

It was utterly intolerable now.