791 Little Submissive Lin

"Okay, but let's talk elsewhere."

Qin Mo stood up abruptly. A smile was still etched on his lips. Everyone knew he didn't smile often so every time he did, it gave off a demonic and alluring vibe. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand as he turned to Wu Zhen, speaking leisurely, "Privately."

Wu Zhen had never seen him like this; with his battle gear half zipped, exposing the t-shirt inside, and his handsomeness giving off an imposing aura.

He grabbed her, pulling her out of the restroom.

Wu Zhen broke into a smile while taking in his scent and sweeping Bo Jiu a last glance before leaving.

Bo Jiu lifted her finger. How should she phrase this? It felt as though her pet was dishonored by something.

Yun Hu frowned while Lin Feng spat out, "F*ck."

Then he wasn't able to suppress it any longer, turning towards his teammates. "Don't you think Captain is a little weird today?"