Song Tian didn't originally give a damn, if someone wanted to watch, let them have their fun, even found it a bit of a thrill.
But the bastard actually had his phone out, filming, caught Song Tian's eye for a second before bolting, some young punk with bleached hair.
Song Tian's face darkened instantly as he stood and pulled on his pants.
Lying bare on the table, ass perked up and softly moaning, Ren Yuxi sensed something was off, turned to see Song Tian already dressed, and breathed a sigh of relief. But deep down, he felt a pang of loss.
That big guy, hot and hard against his hole, left him flustered, anticipatory, and confused, and it all ended just like that.
Head down, Ren Yuxi hurried to get dressed, about to speak, but Song Tian was already dragging him outside.
Once they were outside the restaurant, they looked around and spotted a cap-wearing punk, probably only about twenty.
Song Tian walked up to him, reached out, and said, "Hand over the phone, delete it!"