I Need a Gangsta to Love Me Betta

Chapter Three

Damn all of his senses to hell cause what the fuck did Wei Qian just spew out now?

He had come here to give the next bundle of the money he owed but instead here he is challenging his younger brother.

And what the fuck does he mean by fucking him?

What the actual fuck?!

What kind of fetish does Xiao Yuan have for him?

Ain't no way is he going to let Xiao Yuan touch him. Especially in a sexual manner. For fuck's sake, he was his baby brother. He will bite off his fingers before Xiao Yuan even tries to pull any stunts like he did that night.

The kiss–

Nope.

He will not be going there again.

Not down that insane memory.

What the fuck did Le Gē do to his head to cause Xiao Yuan to say all these disgusting things to him. He really needed to get this kid re-evaluated with a head doctor.

"You think you can chew me up?"

Wei Qian eyed him with a cool gaze as he mentally calculated the amount it would cost him to take this kid for some serious therapy.

"Chew, cook, grill. Whatever." Wei Qian waved his hand away as he pulled out a thick wad of money from his pocket. "I wasn't coming here looking for anything. I came here to give you the money... You know since you have been hanging in front of my house like an unpaid watchman. Also count it. It will give you something else to do than obsess over my ... creamy thighs."

Xiao Yuan stood there silently, as if a cat got his tongue, his eyes widening slightly. Wei Qian looked around for the said cat in hopes of finding the tongue and jamming it back into his mouth.

"I should pay you quickly, maybe settle this debt that's been keeping you awake at night... and stop you from trying to kiss me or worse."

"You think you got the money?"

Wei Qian pretended to ponder on that but then shrugged.

"Can always open an only-fan account for my creamy thighs."

"You are crazy."

"Not as much as you. Are you free tomorrow? I am thinking of booking a therapy session for you. Want me to come along to hold your hand?"

Wei Qian knew he was goading him. Good. The kid was starting to piss him off.

The way Xiao Yuan's eye twitched, clearly torn between strangling Wei Qian and storming off fascinated Wei Qian. He wondered if he could piss him off more like he did when he was out with Beauty Ning.

"Might do you good. I heard my date may know a good therapist. It can help with your obsession with me and my creamy thighs. Do you think they look white? I want to tan them but I am reluctant. Xiao Bao says they are as creamy as white sauce fettuccine pasta."

Xiao Yuan blinked at him, utterly caught off guard.

"I was just talking about fucking you ."

Wei Qian's breath hitched, something crawled over his spine as he heard those words but he chose to ignore it for now. He will not think about Xiao Yuan and the word ' fucking ' in the same sentence.

Clearly his brother was deranged. He silently hoped that there was some misunderstanding or exaggeration. Maybe his ears were ringing and it was cold out here, he should go inside.