"What do you want to eat?" This is the umpteenth time that Zhion has asked you, but you are engrossed in your cellphone while playing on social media

the car has entered the hotel lobby, and for the umpteenth time, Zhion asks you again, again and again you only answer with a clear throat

Feeling neglected, Zhion takes the cellphone from your hand and throws it in any direction. His hands quickly squeeze your thighs

"Are you not answering me, or are you the one who wants to be my food?" His jaw is slightly clenched and his eyes are narrowed. His grip on your thigh tightens with a touch of friction there