Qin Shaojin pinched his collar with those pretty long fingers and smiled all harmless. "You don't really look like you can beat me. You sure you wanna go all out with me? Not afraid I'll shove your head in the toilet and give you a shampoo?"
As his voice fell, there was laughter in his eyes, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Yu Zimu bit his lip, glanced left and right, then suddenly grabbed the mop the cleaner had left to the side. "Deleting it or not?"
Qin Shaojin, "…"
Fuck! So that's an option.
Seeing the mop head swing toward him, he shrank back a little. "If you dare, believe it or not I'll fucking kill you."
Yu Zimu, "If you don't delete the video, I'll wash your face with this mop right now."
As he spoke, he moved his arm.
Qin Shaojin, "…"
This mop was literally used to scrub the bathroom!
He eyed it, wanting to kick it away, but afraid it'd go off course, so he dropped the idea quick.
Now he wanted to leave, but he was trapped in the corner.
Yu Zimu, "Delete it!"
