"As if. I wouldn't be your stalker, just your murderer." Xiajia threatened as he watched Jonathan remove his shirt. Holy shit, this guy was ripped. Why wasn't that his profile picture! He wouldn't have gone after him if he knew he was strong. He just assumed he was a very normal salary man. Nothing exceptional at all.

"Hey! Hey! Stay out of my pockets!" With a whine, he watched his phone leave his pocket, pouting at him. "I earned it fair and square, you don't know nothing. I got it second hand, there's good deals out there." Besides, he could have made the money if he wanted to. "Let me out of this!"