Xiao Xin removed his hand and smiled awkwardly: "President Yu, let me do it myself."
Yu Muqing's hand froze, and she chuckled, "Quite particular."
“Okay,” he said, not wanting to stand still with Xiao Xin, he let go of her hand and took a step back: “Do it yourself.”
As Yu Muqing spoke, she put one hand into her pocket, turned around, and walked towards the door.
Xiao Xin didn't say anything, buttoned up his clothes, and followed closely behind Yu Muqing.
Throughout the journey, Yu Muqing explained the club's rules to him.
The two arrived at the door of a private room. The sound inside was so loud that they could feel the vibrations even through the door.
Yu Muqing pushed open the door and went in first.
Xiao Xin hesitated at the door for a while, then pushed it open. In the middle of the private room, several male models were dancing passionately.
He stepped over a couple passionately entangled on the sofa and sat down next to Yu Muqing.
Xiao Xin sat down and glanced around the room; it was almost entirely filled with female clients.
Yu Muqing, holding her wine glass, glanced at him and asked, "How are you feeling?"
Xiao Xin wanted to say she didn't feel anything, but she replied instead, "So-so."
Yu Muqing held the wine cup, her hand naturally placed on his thigh, and slowly moved it upwards.
Xiao Xin's thigh stiffened, and he felt inexplicably resistant.
Yu Muqing leaned close to Xiao Xin's ear and whispered, "What about spending time with men?"
Xiao Xin chuckled dryly and removed his hand: "President Yu, don't joke around. I used to date girlfriends."
Yu Muqing withdrew her hand, leaned back on the sofa, and gestured with her chin towards him: "Want to try one?"
Without hesitation, Xiao Xin picked up the wine on the table and chugged it down one glass after another.
Finally, after emptying two bottles of red wine, Xiao Xin was unsurprisingly drunk.
She fell into Yu Muqing's arms, drunk.
Half-drunk and half-awake, Xiao Xin felt a hand slip inside his clothes, icy cold...
Yu Muqing leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you know how to coax guests?"
Xiao Xin, flushed from the alcohol, replied in one gulp, "Yes."
Yu Muqing gripped the back of his neck with her large hand, closing the distance between them: "Then let's try."
Xiao Xin, half-closing his eyes and completely drunk, said, "Hmm, let's give it a try..."
Yu Muqing was satisfied with his answer, lightly kissed his neck, and whispered in his ear, "I like you..."
Xiao Xin's mind went blank for a moment, but she still tried to remain calm and replied, "I like you too..."
Like my ass.
He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
Ignoring Yu Muqing's reaction, Xiao Xin covered her mouth, got up, and rushed towards the door.
Yu Muqing, standing behind him, squinted as she watched Xiao Xin's departing figure.
"That's interesting..."
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Xiao Xin rushed into the toilet in the corridor, leaned over the toilet, and vomited until her eyes rolled back.
I feel like I've thrown up everything I've ever eaten in my entire life.
After vomiting, he squatted on the ground and rested for a while, feeling like his brain had completely broken down.
Xiao Xin had a terrible headache. He patted his head, propped himself up on the toilet seat, and walked toward the sink.
He turned on the tap, scooped up some water to rinse his mouth, and only after confirming that the odor wasn't so strong did Xiao Xin walk outside.
Xiao Xin's mind was buzzing, and he felt a little feverish.
He staggered forward, pulling at his shirt collar.
The star pendant on his collarbone slipped off accidentally, but he didn't notice.
Voices could be heard from across the corridor, accompanied by footsteps, getting closer and closer to Xiao Xin...
"Young Master Fu, do you prefer someone sexy or someone promiscuous?"
The manager chased after the man's retreating figure, a fawning smile on his face.
Fu Yan stopped in his tracks, annoyed by the questions, and simply replied, "Whether I like you or not."
He was just there to see his cousin and had no interest in these things at all, but the manager kept asking him questions.
“Well…” the manager suddenly stammered.
Fu Yan didn't want to hear him say any more, and just as he turned to leave, a dark shadow bumped into him.
Xiao Xin's head slammed into a chest, and he instinctively tried to fall backward.
Seeing that Xiao Xin was about to fall backward, Fu Yan quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Xiao Xin's face fell against that firm chest again. This time he didn't struggle. He obediently closed his eyes and leaned his whole body against Fu Yan without moving.
The two were behaving too intimately, leaving the manager speechless: "...?!"
Who is this guy, so bold as to run right into Fu Yan's chest? Isn't that like running into a gun barrel?!
Fu Yan sniffed and immediately smelled a strong odor of alcohol on Xiao Xin; it turned out he was an alcoholic.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's arm and shook it, saying coldly, "Get up."
Xiao Xin didn't know where he was lying. He only felt that the chest he was lying on was very solid, warm, and made him feel very safe. He didn't want to let go...
He rubbed his face against Fu Yan's chest, feeling as comfortable as the big bed at his ex-girlfriend's house.
Fu Yan felt a tickle in her heart from his action and frowned slightly: "If you don't get up, I'll let go."
Xiao Xin thought someone was holding his arm and saying they liked him, and he murmured softly, as if in a dream, "I don't like you..."
The sound waves in the corridor were deafening, even through the walls.
Fu Yan didn't hear what he said, so he shouted in his ear, "What did you say?"
Xiao Xin, nestled against his chest, was inexplicably angered by his shout and retorted without thinking, "I said I don't like you!"
The manager standing nearby stared in astonishment. This... this was exactly what Fu Yan had requested!
He then took a closer look at Xiao Xin. Wasn't this the person their boss had just brought back?
After Xiao Xin finished shouting, he slumped down and buried his head in Fu Yan's chest.
He sniffled, his nose stinging, and as if remembering something, tears streamed down his face as he kept muttering, "I don't like you, I don't like you, please don't die..."
Fu Yan, having exhausted his patience listening to Xiao Xin's rambling nonsense, was about to push him away when he felt a warm, wet sensation on his chest...
He put his hand on Xiao Xin's shoulder and pulled her away a little, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Xin crying...
Xiao Xin's eyes were blurry with tears, her long eyelashes wet with tears. In the dim light, she looked like a butterfly soaked by rain, pitifully fluttering its wings in the rain.
It possesses a breathtaking beauty...
The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Fu Yan was stunned, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.
This was the first time he had ever seen a man cry like that.
The manager watched as he supported Xiao Xin, motionless, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he spoke up, breaking the quiet atmosphere:
"Young Master Fu, do you like this one? This is someone President Yu just brought back today..."
Fu Yan glared at him, and the manager immediately fell silent, lowering his head and not daring to look at him.
Fu Yan grabbed Xiao Xin's arm and easily pulled him over to the manager.
The star pendant around Xiao Xin's neck suddenly caught his eye.
Just as the manager was about to help Xiao Xin leave, Fu Yan stopped him, saying, "Wait."
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