"Tch. This is really pissing me off."
The Feline woman lounged in the VIP booth with a sour expression. Even the Feline man attending to her felt dull—like chewing wax.
She'd thought she'd found a hot-blooded, feisty "pure, chaste cool guy."
Turns out, in front of that Lupo, he was nothing more than a Perro with "please use me" written all over his face.
Just look. Look at him—shamelessly fondling that Lupo's tail in broad daylight like it was the most normal thing in the world.
One glance was enough.
Verdict: pure, unfiltered slut.
"Boss, don't do anything stupid," her lackey whispered nervously, catching her gaze drifting toward the bar again. "That's Penguin Logistics. The same people who teamed up with the LGD and wiped out the Grizz Gang that turned District 18 upside down."
As she talked, even the lackey swallowed hard. "Boss, you really shouldn't—"
"Of course I know that," the Feline snapped. "You think I didn't notice? That's why I didn't even spit out a single threat earlier."
But she still couldn't swallow the frustration.
Her fingers brushed the "good stuff" tucked in her pocket, and she stared at that silver-haired figure hard enough to make her mouth water. Finally, she made up her mind.
"Hey. That Lupo's selling wine, right? Go buy me a bottle."
"Huh? Oh—okay."
The lackey didn't understand her boss's plan, but she got up anyway and headed toward Texas.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo was having the time of his life.
"Mmm… kind of don't want to let go…"
Under Texas's expressionless stare, Chen Mo had been stroking her tail for a solid ten minutes. Only now did he reluctantly hand the fluffy gray tail back like he was returning a priceless artifact.
Even then, he still wasn't satisfied.
"Texas, how much would you sell this tail for?"
"…If you're drunk, go home."
What a strange fetish—just like his irritatingly unconventional personality.
Texas's mind flickered, unbidden, to Exusiai's equally ridiculous behavior. Somehow, she even felt like the two of them… matched.
Stop.
Texas's thoughts cut off abruptly. She lowered her eyes to the wine, where her cold, sharp reflection stared back at her. That familiar tightness in her chest—irritation, restlessness—rose again.
No. I'm not that kind of person.
"Um… are you still selling?"
Texas sat at the bar like a statue, offering no response.
Chen Mo, however, took the neatly stacked wad of cash from the lackey and handed her a bottle.
"Here. Not trying to hit on me anymore?"
"Haha… of course not. We wouldn't dare."
The lackey forced an awkward laugh, snatched the bottle, and scurried back to the VIP booth. Only then did the tension in her shoulders loosen.
"Whew… that Lupo's aura is terrifying, boss. Penguin Logistics really is something else."
"Pathetic. Give it here."
The Feline woman ripped the bottle out of her hands, yanked the cork, and poured in a fine, pale powder from her pocket—careful, practiced, quick. Then she shoved the spiked bottle back into the lackey's arms.
"Now return it. And don't let them catch you doing anything."
"…?"
The lackey stared at the bottle, then at the silver-haired man by the bar. She hesitated, curiosity burning through her fear.
"Boss… that guy's a Vouivre. You sure this tiny amount will work?"
"You think I don't have eyes? Of course I can tell he's a Vouivre!" the Feline hissed. "Any more than this and someone dies. Even a Vouivre won't withstand a dose like that. Move—stop stalling!"
Easy for you to say. You're not the one walking up to that Lupo again.
Biting back her resentment, the lackey approached once more, plastering on a stiff smile under Chen Mo's curious gaze.
"My boss says she wants one more bottle. Can I look through the stock myself?"
Chen Mo pointed lazily.
"Sure. It's all by De—my girlfriend. Knock yourself out."
The word "girlfriend" made Texas's body stiffen again.
She turned her head away slowly, no longer watching the lackey rummage through the crate.
A perfect opening.
The lackey didn't know why the Lupo suddenly stopped paying attention to her—but she wasn't about to waste the opportunity. With a quick motion, she slipped the spiked bottle into the crate among the rest.
Then she put on a show, pretending to search for something specific, before standing up with exaggerated disappointment.
"Sorry. Guess I didn't find what I wanted."
And with that, she hurried away.
Chen Mo watched her go, confused.
"…That pair is definitely up to something. I should have Baili take a look."
That Feline in the booth kept staring at him like she wanted to swallow him whole—constantly gulping and licking her lips. It wasn't subtle. Chen Mo had noticed a long time ago.
He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to a coworker.
Then he looked at Texas, who had already drawn another bottle from the crate and resumed drinking.
Curious, he asked, "Are you heartbroken or something, Texas? You've been drinking like you're drowning your sorrows."
This man really is…
Texas flicked a glance at the source of her agitation—Chen Mo himself—then, for once, said nothing. She set down the half-finished bottle without argument.
The Lupo rose smoothly.
With a cool, efficient motion, she grabbed her Penguin Logistics jacket one-handed and slung it over her shoulder. Then she beckoned at Chen Mo like he belonged to her.
"Come. It's late. I'm taking you home."
Chen Mo laughed. "What are you, some domineering CEO?"
He glanced toward the VIP booth and noticed the Feline woman staring like she'd just swallowed a scream.
Chen Mo didn't think too much about it. Still grinning, he followed.
Outside the bar, the dazzling lights vanished behind them. The night had fully settled in. Streetlamps glowed over sparse foot traffic, carving out thin pools of light in the dark.
Chen Mo looked around, scratching his horn.
The Texas who had walked out with him… was suddenly nowhere to be seen.
"Texas? Where'd you go?"
Vrrrrm—!
An engine roared to life beside him.
Chen Mo turned—and there she was, sitting astride a motorcycle, impossibly cool, parked right in front of him.
"Texas, you have a bike?"
"It's Exusiai's. Borrowed it for today."
Her eyes—cold, decisive—tilted toward the seat behind her.
"Get on. Don't waste time."
"Ooh—nice."
Chen Mo hopped onto the back in one fluid motion, then wrapped his arms around Texas's tight waist without the slightest hesitation. He leaned his head onto her shoulder, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Go, go, go! Ever since I came back to Longmen, I haven't ridden a motorcycle once. You're the first person to give me a ride—feel honored!"
His body heat pressed into her back, and his warm breath brushed through her hair.
This idiot really isn't afraid of being taken advantage of.
Texas forced down the strange flutter in her chest, twisted the throttle—
—and in the roar of the engine and Chen Mo's delighted shouting, the motorcycle disappeared into the darkness of the Longmen streets.
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