"Tonight, we celebrate my new collection and the birth of another!" Marcus shouted with conviction.

  Qian Meng had no clue what that meant but it seemed to get the crowd going so she smiled along.

  "Well, I need a drink," Dolly groaned as she craned her neck to find the waitress. The person appeared just like that with a tray full of drinks.

  To Qian Meng's surprise, Mo Qingchen loosened up considerably as the night progressed. He hadn't drunk much or spoken a word to the others, but he hadn't requested to leave so Qian Meng took it as a good thing.

  He was relaxed. Qian Meng kept stealing glances. The man had devoured nearly an entire plate of cookies, leaving only the penises behind for her to have. Of course, the plate cleaned up.

  She hadn't eaten since morning so she was famished. Then she remembered, he hadn't eaten anything either. Based on how fast he was eating, he must have been hungry, too.

  A cheesy smile plastered over Qian Meng's face as she felt the strong urge to hug everyone she saw. Which was strange because alcohol never made her feel warm and fuzzy.

  This liquor was no joke.

  She looked at Mo Qingchen and saw that he hadn't even finished his first drink, yet he looked just as intoxicated as her. His eyes were bloodshot. But it could have been fatigue, too.

  As the night deepened, the mood of the theatre turned salacious. Discarded clothing was littered all over the floor and Dolly actually seemed a little overdressed compared to the others, despite the negligible lingerie.

  Random men would come over to bow at her feet and she would shimmy her hips playfully. There was definitely something powerful about sex appeal. Yun Qian Meng was in awe of this woman.

  A conversation about splendid tits came up and Marcus casually supplied the compliment, "Qian Meng has beautiful tits." He said it so casually that one would think he was talking about her eyes.

  "I bet she does," the perverted demon commented. "Honey, whip them out, why don't you?" he smirked.

  "She will do no such thing," Mo Qingchen growled from beside her. He was towering over the perv before Qian Meng could even blink, his furious eyes staring the other man down.

  "Oh, so he speaks!" the other taunted. "I thought you were mute."

  Mo Qingchen scoffed. "I just refrain from speaking to primitive beasts."

  "Yes, I'm primitive. Just like you." He grinned maliciously. "I have two basic needs: eating and fucking. If you say that you are different, you are a liar."

  Mo Qingchen's eyes were frighteningly dark. "Please don't compare your vile existence to those of civilized mankind." The man looked murderous. Yun Qian Meng thought she was the best at pushing his buttons, but it seemed she was no match for this crude man.

  Dolly frowned and tried to break them apart. "Apologize to Qian Meng and her friend. You are being really disrespectful."

  "He called me uncivilized," the perv shouted.

  "You are uncivilized," Angel replied, giving perv a withering look.

  Something about uncivilized people not apologizing came up and Dolly rolled her eyes. "He's a lecher. Don't let him spoil your fun."

  "A drink to the arrival of my Muse!" Marcus announced. The waitress was waved over. There were more drinks and more cookies. Qian Meng couldn't stop munching on the penises while the dragon did a splendid job at denting the boobs.

  Qian Meng's memory was a bit foggy but she did giggle a lot. Tunnel vision was a real thing. She remembered people dancing on the table and singing. A large crowd had formed around them.

  She didn't remember what she was saying but she was whispering into Mo Qingchen's ears and he was smiling. He was laughing! She floated in and out of reality for a time before finally regaining control over her senses.

  "I want to save you with my boobs," she whispered the words into Mo Qingchen's ear as though it were a secret.

  He laughed and shook his head. "Save me? From what?" His smile was dazzling. It filled her with warmth.

  "From yourself!" she exclaimed. "All this time, you have been living like a robot" and you don't even mingle with others. She shook her head in indignation.

  "With your boobs?" He looked confused. Yun Qian Meng didn't understand why; it made perfect sense to her.

  "Yes. Apparently, only boobs can motivate you," she explained like it were obvious. Mo Qingchen looked even more perplexed.

  "Fascinating. Here I thought I was going to save you." His gaze drifted from her to the ceiling.

  "Fascinating?" Oh, how she liked to tease the man.

  He contemplated briefly and then nodded. "Yes." His words were a little slurred.

  "Well, I think we can save you, then." She smirked. Mo Qingchen ran his hand through his hair slowly and exhaled deeply.

  "I shouldn't have come here." Yun Qian Meng rolled her eyes.

  "Slumming it one night with creatives and lunatics won't defile your uppity self."

  Mo Qingchen snorted. "There is nothing uppity about me, Qian Meng." His lips moved in closer to hers with each word he spoke.

  Warm cookie breath swept across her face and she inhaled the sweet scent. He was so close to her that their lips were practically touching. Qian Meng's eyes ran over his face inquisitively.

  His cheeks were pink and his lashes looked like black lace framing his dark, stormy eyes. A battle was raging in them and she wanted to know why.