Inside the clinic, Cui Yuling was hugging and sucking on the blankets the two had just rolled around in, her face full of a silly grin.
"Sheng Sheng is so amazing! I really want to devour him! But why isn't he reacting? Doesn't he look pretty when he grows up? Doesn't he feel anything at all?"
Cui Yuling stroked her burning face with both hands, rolling around excitedly on the bed.
Outside the door, Chi Musheng was wiping his neck with five hundred taels of silver notes. The script had completely changed later on; instead of becoming the domineering demon emperor, he was kissed on the neck by Cui Yuling.
This also shows that his treatment is effective. At first, Cui Yuling was very averse to physical contact, but unexpectedly, she took the initiative to kiss him today. After a few more times, there should be no problem.
However, he must maintain a certain distance when necessary; his professional ethics told him that he must never develop feelings for a client.
But Cui Yuling is simply a devil. Every time she comes up with such strange scripts, other men would probably have lost control and become completely immersed in the role, but he still has to maintain his original mind in such an environment. You can imagine how difficult it is.
This is what they mean by life being like a play.
Gazing at the towering tree of sorrow under the bright moon, Chi Musheng took out a human skin mask from his pocket and put it on, concealing his handsome appearance and revealing an ordinary face. He also cleaned his body of its odor.
The next client is the real heavyweight; he's quick to resort to violence at the slightest provocation, making him the most difficult to deal with, and he pays very little.
Sigh, I really wouldn't have taken the order if I wasn't afraid of getting beaten up.
Beneath the giant tree of bitter love, a red figure stood with his hands behind his back, his golden hair flowing, his slender frame turned away from the vast Tushan Mountain, and he pursed his lips and said, "You've come."
"Having trouble sleeping again? Want to listen to a song?" Chi Musheng said softly, watching Tu Shan Honghong's retreating figure.
"Um"
Tu Shan Honghong gave a simple reply, without even glancing at Chi Musheng.
Because whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of the hand passing through the young Taoist priest's chest would always appear in her mind.
It had even become a nightmare that lingered for a long time, and only Chi Musheng's flute music could give her a brief moment of relief.
Chi Musheng picked up a jade flute, placed it to his lips, and played a beautiful, ethereal flute melody that echoed under the trees.
"The misty rain is the color of azure, and I am waiting for you..."
Tu Shan Honghong took out a jar of wine, tilted her head back and drank it down. The wine, the moonlight, the sound of the flute, and the spilled wine flowed down her slender neck and into her collar.
The seriousness between her brows revealed the girl's distress and exhaustion.
The music ended, and the wine was empty.
"Keep going, don't stop."
Tu Shan Honghong's face still had a hint of drunkenness, like a young girl's shame and indignation, as she smashed the wine jar in her hand.
"Boss, you're drunk," Chi Musheng said slowly.
"I'm not drunk, don't stop," Tu Shan Hong Hong said with an unquestionable tone.
Chi Musheng silently picked up his flute and continued playing. He knew that if he said another word, the drunken Tu Shan Honghong would probably punch him.
Every customer has different needs, personality, and temperament. All he can do is try his best to meet the emotional needs of each customer.
As the flute music began, Tu Shan Honghong's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. She took out a jar of wine and continued to gulp it down, as if she wanted to drink herself into a stupor.
One jar, two jars, three jars.
Tu Shan Honghong lay drunk on the ground, her clothes soaked with wine, creating a captivating scene.
"The Boss" Chi Musheng put away his flute and got up to check on Tu Shan Honghong's condition.
He was used to it; every time, Tu Shan Hong Hong would collapse after drinking three jars.
"Mmm," Tu Shan Honghong opened her mouth and instinctively responded, her voice light and youthful, without the coldness of her usual abdominal voice.
"Your voice is so pleasant, why do you always use a diaphragmatic tone that makes you seem aloof?" Chi Musheng poked Tu Shan Honghong's pouty little face.
Only at this time did he dare to speak more recklessly in front of Tu Shan Hong Hong. He remembered that the first time he took Tu Shan Hong Hong's order, he got punched and was in pain for a week because he asked one more question.
"Hmph," Tu Shan Hong Hong thought there was a mosquito in her sleep and irritably reached out to swat it.
"hiss!"
Chi Musheng clutched his arm and screamed in pain. Even a casual slap from Tu Shan Honghong would be unbearable for an ordinary person.
I rolled up my sleeve, and there was a bright red handprint on my arm, burning with pain that would probably take several days to fade.
"I said I wouldn't hit people," Chi Musheng said angrily, slapping him back.
Just then, Tu Shan Hong Hong turned around, and the palm that was originally on Tu Shan Hong Hong's hand struck somewhere with a "smack".
The air seemed to freeze, and Chi Musheng was drenched in cold sweat. It was all over!
Will this slap wake him up? If he does, he's doomed.
Chi Musheng swallowed hard. Knowing Tu Shan Honghong's personality, if she knew he had spanked her, she would probably send him to the Western Paradise on the spot.
After waiting a few seconds without Tu Shan Honghong waking up, Chi Musheng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
While asleep, Tu Shan Honghong spread her legs wide apart, unaware that she was at risk of exposing herself.
"He's such a worry."
Chi Musheng poked Tu Shan Honghong a few more times to make sure she was fast asleep, then picked her up and carried her into the house.
He was very familiar with this process, and every time Tu Shan Hong Hong got drunk, he would carry her back to the house.
Otherwise, if the foxes of Tushan saw their leader lying on the ground sleeping in such a disheveled state early in the morning, it would be quite an eyesore.
I'm so dedicated to my job, not only should I not pay more, but I also got beaten up.
Pushing open the door, Chi Musheng gently placed Tu Shan Honghong, whom he was holding, on the bed. Just as he was about to leave, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Boss, you're awake?" Chi Musheng asked cautiously.
"Don't go!" Tu Shan Honghong didn't answer the question, but kept muttering to herself.
He gripped Chi Musheng's wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
"If I don't leave, where will I sleep?"
Chi Musheng was ashamed. "If you sleep here, you'll be beaten to death when you wake up the next day."
Seeing that Tu Shan Honghong was still unconscious, Chi Musheng tried to pry open Tu Shan Honghong's palm, but her soft and delicate palm was as firm as a steel clamp and she could not break free.
"Boss, let go!"
Despite using all his strength, Chi Musheng was unable to break free from the palm.
"Let me tell you, don't force me," Chi Musheng said, gently stroking Tu Shan Honghong's hand with his finger.
Tu Shan Hong Hong, feeling itchy, finally let go of his hand, just as Chi Mu Sheng thought he was leaving.
Tu Shan Honghong stood up from the bed, her eyes bloodshot, and said in an icy tone, "I said you're not allowed to leave, understand?"
After saying that, Tu Shan Honghong punched the wall next to Chi Musheng, leaving a fist mark more than ten centimeters deep embedded in the wall.
"I won't go, I won't go!" Chi Musheng resolutely stopped moving and could only wave his hand to reassure Tu Shan Honghong that he wouldn't leave.
If that punch had landed on me, I can't even imagine whether I would have been able to leave this house alive.
Damn it, this is the real-life version of a domineering demon emperor! I wonder which idiot wrote the script that Cui Yuling was given.
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