Being the son of a businessman isn't easy, and Ji Nan knows that to well. So when he was forced to move he made sure to not let anyone know about his fathers income. He even made sure not to let anyone get to know him, but when he is tasked with tut...
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"Does your father request things like this often?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does he make you take care of people for him?"
Ba Wei hesitated for a moment, "not really. He just gives me task that he can't personally do for himself."
"So that's a yes."
"I guess," he scratched the back of his head, "it's not like I mind. I'm just doing my job."
That last word echoed in my head and I couldn't help but ask, "is your father apart of the gang that you're involved in?"
Ba Wei didn't say anything and just stared ahead. I leaned forward slightly to see that his irises were moving. Is he thinking?
"Yes."
I frowned, "is that so."
"Yeah, but don't think that my father forced me to do anything." Did I hear him correctly?
"What? How can I not," I asked confused?
He turned his eyes to mine and without breaking eye contact he said, "it's a family thing."
I didn't know what to say back to that sentence because I didn't understand it. It's a family thing? What does that even mean? How can being in a gang be a family thing? His father obviously introduced him to that world, so why was he defending him?
The room fell silent and Ba Wei sighed and let his head fall back. I looked over at him and my eyes slowly worked their way down his throat. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. How erotic. I shifted my eyes to the floor and tried to calm my now racing heart.
"Why is your face so red," Ba Wei asked?
"It's not," I said turning to look at him.
"If I asked why it's red, then it's obviously red."
"Um. Well I don't know why it's red."
"You sure," he asked? As I stared into his eyes I could feel my face become more red. A smile spread across his lips, and he let out a chuckle. "Do you do that unconsciously or on purpose?"
"You really think I voluntarily make my face do this?" I shifted my eyes down and just looked at my hands.
