"Chen, are you done?"
"No." Chen Zhao's face darkened. "I just beat up that client. He's an old bastard."
"Why?"
"Whatever, let's stop talking about this and go." Chen Zhao held Fali's wrist.
"Oh." Fali didn't ask any questions.
When they got home, Chen Zhao used the alcohol effect and did another round with Fali.
Next morning.
Fali woke up early while Chen Zhao was still lying in bed. "Don't you have any clients today?"
"Not in the morning," Chen Zhao replied sleepily, eyes still closed.
"Fine, then sleep more. I prepared breakfast for you. Get up and eat it."
"Okay."
"Your bruise is gone. What ointment did you use?"
"I made it myself. Do you want it?"
"Give me some. I'll save it just in case."
"It's in my toolkit. It's black with words on it."
After kissing him, Fali went to work. Chen Zhao slept for another hour until a phone woke up him.
"Hello."
