Xiang was smoking his cigar as you stood next to him. Your dad had hired him as a bodyguard to keep an eye on you. A group of boys walk over as you take out a cigarette. A boy who was crushing on you was one of them. As the boy was getting ready to talk, Xiang bent down and cupped your cheeks, lighting your cigarette with his.

It caught you off guard. The boy awkwardly walked away as Xiang looked down at you.

“I don’t like him.” He says with a heavy accent and groaning