121 Second World: A Drunk Omega

Wen Qinxi was struck dumb unhesitantly removing Qie Ranzhe's hand off his wrist before responding vaguely, "What do you think?" exiting the room with a coy smile that could wreak-havoc in Hades. Machu gladly showed him out that is before he glanced over to his doomed Marshal while tsking within.

'You fuckin flirted with him, didn't you?' said the excited system as he exited the car right outside the spa slash hotel harbouring the base. 

'He started it,' complained Wen Qinxi with his heartbeat quickening as he recalled the scene that took place thirty minutes ago. While replaying the scenes in his head with a beatific expression, his communicator suddenly flashed a notification.