The Mist
"Hey dumbass no means no, don't be such a salty loser," Qin Hai said standing between them and glaring down at the man.
The man glared at Qin Hai and Wang Sijia then stormed away. Qin Hai watched him leave with a gloomy expression.
He turned around minutes later, grinned down at Wang Sijia, and said, "Hey gorgeous".
Her eyes narrowed, "Why are you here? What do you want? Did you follow me here?"
Qin Hai blinked and glanced around the room. He took a few steps forward, lips curved, bent over, and whispered, "Jia Jia, don't you think that there is something wrong with your reasoning after all this is a club. Am I not allowed to be here?"
She hissed, looked away, and pulled away from him. She drank up her mojito, stood, picked up her purse, and walked over to Luo Yuru who was dancing with another male clubber.
"Yuru," she gently tapped the taller woman on her shoulder.
