Guo Xiuran lay sprawled on the inside of the bed, his mouth wide open, snoring loudly.
The small boils on his forehead had been scratched open by Shen Yaozu's struggles last night. Although they had scabbed over overnight, they looked even more unsettling.
Looking at his disgusting face and his large belly that rose and fell with his breath, Shen Yaozu couldn't help but recall the scene of being pinned down and wantonly humiliated by him yesterday. He immediately leaned over the bed and vomited incessantly.
"Huff—"
But having not eaten for nearly a day and a night, he couldn't vomit; he could only dry heave.
Shen Yaozu was crying and sniffling, wishing he could just die.
He was a dignified seven-foot-tall man, who had his clothes stripped off in public by a prostitute before, and now he was forcibly taken by a man. Each time was more humiliating than the last!
"Huff—wah—"
The more he thought about it, the more nauseous he became, and the more nauseous he became, the more he vomited.
Whether the noise bothered Guo Xiuran or not, he turned over, kicked Shen Yaozu off the bed, and cursed, "Go outside and vomit, don't disturb my sleep."
Shen Yaozu already hated him to the core, and seeing him act like this now only made him angrier. He wished he could stab him to death to vent his anger.
Although he didn't have a knife, there were scissors for trimming candle wicks by the bedside.
He had it all in his hand, but he just couldn't bring himself to stab it.
Finally, he threw the scissors down in frustration and burst into tears.
Guo Xiuran was sleeping soundly.
As a result, one minute someone was vomiting incessantly in his ear, and the next minute they were crying incessantly, which annoyed him so much that he felt like killing someone.
I frowned, opened my eyes, and lo and behold, it was someone I knew!
"Cousin Yaozu!" Guo Xiuran exclaimed in surprise, "It really is you!"
I didn't get a clear look at him yesterday through the cage, but I vaguely felt that he looked a bit like him. I didn't dare to think about it. Who would have thought that the second young master of the Shen family would come to Nanfeng Pavilion to work as a male prostitute?
He simply assumed they were just similar people.
"Look at this..." Guo Xiuran was extremely annoyed, slapping his thigh repeatedly: "How could this be you?"
Shen Yaozu thought he regretted bullying him, but then he heard him say, "If I had known it was you, we could have just done it in the manor. Why waste so much money on someone else!"
Shen Yaozu was so angry at his words that he almost vomited blood!
He glared fiercely at Guo Xiuran, looking as if he wanted to devour him alive, but he didn't make a move.
Guo Xiuran thought that the two families were related by marriage, so he couldn't treat him like an ordinary male prostitute. He politely helped him up from the ground and said, "Come, come, get on the bed. The ground is cold."
The moment his hand touched Shen Yaozu's arm, the latter got goosebumps all over.
But he was so scared of being beaten last night that he didn't dare to dodge and sat stiffly next to Guo Xiuran.
The latter was used to the ways of the pleasure quarters, so this was nothing to him. Even if it were Shen Yaozu, whom he had slept with yesterday, he might not feel uncomfortable at all.
So, as if nothing had happened, he poured Shen Yaozu a cup of tea and asked him, "Cousin, how did you end up selling yourself here?"
"Are you out of your mind?!" Shen Yaozu said irritably. "Would I sell myself?"
"Why not? Maybe you're thinking that since you can't control yourself, you might as well try something different and have some fun."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yaozu was struck dumb: "What...what did you say?"
"Who are you calling incapable?!"
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