Everything was solely transactional. Xiao needed money, and you had plenty. In return, Xiao gave you love devoid of genuine emotion. He wanted a clear line between his personal life and his role as your sugar baby—or at least, that's what he thought.

When he see that you were focusing on someone else instead of him, it irritated him. With a swift movement, he closes the physical gap between you, gripping your arm tightly and forcefully pulling you toward him.

"Is that shit better than me?"