Shang Qinghua is having a great time. Drinking with hot men and making fun of Cucumber-bro—what more could he ask for! If he's really trapped here, like the welcome sign says, he won't object at all. (Well, it does worry him to think how Mobei-jun will get by without him—he's useless on his own—but maybe it'll teach him to appreciate Shang Qinghua more, anyway.)
He is entirely unprepared for the sight of his terrifying stallion protagonist approaching him. And looking right at him, like he's actually looking for Shang Qinghua! He checks behind him, just in case, but no, it's definitely Shang Qinghua he's looking at. Shang Qinghua wishes he were, like, 30% less drunk. Not sober, though. Definitely not sober.
"Aaahaha, Junshang," he gets out. "What—What can I do to serve you?"
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Date: 2023-12-19 10:31 pm (UTC)He is entirely unprepared for the sight of his terrifying stallion protagonist approaching him. And looking right at him, like he's actually looking for Shang Qinghua! He checks behind him, just in case, but no, it's definitely Shang Qinghua he's looking at. Shang Qinghua wishes he were, like, 30% less drunk. Not sober, though. Definitely not sober.
"Aaahaha, Junshang," he gets out. "What—What can I do to serve you?"