GDRG CH28

At 9:30 p.m., Shi Xueqing returned to the hotel. The first thing he did upon entering the room was to take a shower, cleaning himself inside and out. Before leaving the bathroom, he hesitated for a moment and then sprayed some perfume on himself.

Armani Yulong Tea fragrance.

A sample size.

Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, his phone vibrated. Shi Xueqing’s heart skipped a beat. He looked down and found it was just a message from Lu Yimeng.

“Come to Vivi’s room to play Uno? Her suite has a huge living room.”

Under normal circumstances, Shi Xueqing would certainly want to see what a $1,500-a-night suite looked like. If he could seize the opportunity, it would be even better to take a few photos in front of the sea view on the balcony.

But now, he replied absentmindedly: “Sorry, I’m a little sleepy.”

“Oh, then you rest first, the five of us will play.”

Lu Yimeng’s tone was a bit regretful.

Carrying a fresh and elegant scent, Shi Xueqing put down his phone and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. He wasn’t lamenting the past and future, but thinking about another more important matter.

To maintain the lie, Xing Jun carried those Hermès bags into his own room in front of everyone.

Shi Xueqing thought to himself, will Xing Jun still give me the bag?

The door was knocked at this moment. Unlike the knock from the day before yesterday, it was very polite, as if knowing the matter was settled, thus confident. Shi Xueqing hurriedly stood up to open the door.

He pushed the door open and saw Xing Jun standing at the entrance. The tall rich guy had also showered and wore a Givenchy T-shirt. The white short sleeves exposed his muscular arms, and his handsome face was very clean.

There was a blonde woman passing by at the corner of the corridor, looking like she wanted to hit on Xing Jun. After seeing that the person opening the door was also a male, she sighed regretfully and left.

But Shi Xueqing only saw that Xing Jun didn’t have the bag in his hand, and his heart instantly cooled by half.

He turned sideways to let Xing Jun in, then closed the door. On the way back, all he could think about was where is my bag, where is my bag, my Birkin Glacier White.

Until a finger hooked the hair by his ear.

“Sprayed perfume? Smelling so good.”

The man’s voice was low and husky.

Only then did Shi Xueqing remember what Xing Jun came to do tonight.

Even though the contract had been reached, thinking about what was about to happen, his steps still unconsciously softened, shrinking back a little.

He sat on the bed a bit uncomfortably, thinking that he hadn’t been kept by a man before. Should he take it off himself next, or should Xing Jun come over and take it off for him?

Anyway, this was their first time after confirming the relationship. Besides being unfamiliar and unskilled, Shi Xueqing also felt there should be some sense of ritual.

Oh, his fatal pursuit of a refined life.

However, Xing Jun didn’t sit next to him. Shi Xueqing looked up and saw that Xing Jun actually didn’t go straight to the point after entering.

Instead, he sat down on the sofa opposite him.

“The view from your room is not bad,” Xing Jun said. “Looking out from the window, the moon on the sea is also quite clear.”

No way, Xing Jun seems to really intend to chat with him for a while.

Shi Xueqing really didn’t have the leisure to chat about stars and moon with Xing Jun. His mind was full of what Xing Jun did to him the day before yesterday.

The expensive bed in Xing Jun’s suite was much larger than this bed in his single room.

Memory images drifted back to the scene of sweat dripping from Xing Jun’s dark abdominal muscles onto his own fair but occasionally bulging lower abdomen. Shi Xueqing was embarrassed for a moment, and his words perfunctory to Xing Jun paused for a second.

Xing Jun discovered it as expected.

“Nervous?”

Shi Xueqing heard Xing Jun ask.

When Xing Jun sat on the sofa, he had a natural, arrogant dominance, as if Shi Xueqing’s room had also become his territory at this moment.

Seeing his appearance of controlling the overall situation, Shi Xueqing’s messy psychology turned into a mutter.

Xing Jun might as well come over and get straight to the point.

This feeling of sitting opposite and chatting is really torturous.

But Xing Jun suddenly said: “Why didn’t you buy anything at the souvenir shop in the evening?”

Shi Xueqing, who was silently criticizing, was stunned, not expecting Xing Jun to ask this.

At dusk, just after dinner, Lu Yimeng discovered a niche attraction near the restaurant. Beside the niche attraction was a niche handmade shop—although called niche, it was already very popular on Instagram, just not yet on Xiaohongshu.

The group probably got addicted to buying during the day and was also generous in this shop in the evening. Among everyone, only Shi Xueqing bought nothing, leaning against the door, pretending to appreciate the sunset.

Xing Jun didn’t stare at Shi Xueqing’s eyes when asking, and his tone wasn’t like probing or questioning. It was more like casual chitchat.

This was a good time to maintain his persona.

If this timing fell before his drunken fling with Xing Jun, Shi Xueqing would definitely pretend, for example, saying that the things in that handmade shop were not artistic, nor aesthetic, neither classical nor modern.

Always exhausting words to express some noble taste; this is the instinct of a pretentious person.

But now, Shi Xueqing was a bit listless: “No money.”

What was there to pretend with Xing Jun? They had done what they should do, and the sugar baby relationship was established. It wasn’t like Xing Jun didn’t know what kind of person he was.

“Is your Zelle account your phone number?”

Shi Xueqing was stunned again and nodded subconsciously.

Ah… ah?

Gmail notification showed: “Jun Xing sent you $10000.”

10000… 10000 dollars?

Shi Xueqing looked at those four zeros again. His originally melancholy eyes instantly lit up; every zero was a highlight.

Xing Jun sat on the sofa. Looking at Shi Xueqing’s unpromising appearance, he found it very funny.

Ten thousand dollars, just some money for him to buy souvenirs, was it worth being so happy?

He just couldn’t stand seeing Shi Xueqing standing alone outside the shop, pretending to be alienated against the sunset.

Shi Xueqing looked cuter when receiving money.

Thinking of this, Xing Jun felt his desire rising again.

He was now in the room he paid for Shi Xueqing. Facing the sea, able to see the sunset, looking no different from other model rooms on the official website.

But after Shi Xueqing’s stay for a few days, the room was already full of Shi Xueqing’s aura. He saw Shi Xueqing’s shirts hung neatly in the closet, the suitcase placed in the corner, and the worn clavicle chains and earrings classified and placed well, not messy at all.

The bed was a bit messy; Shi Xueqing had lain on it. There were also Shi Xueqing’s white slippers on the floor.

He came to Shi Xueqing’s small world.

Now, this flirting green tea gold digger belonged to him.

Xing Jun patted his thigh, his voice lower than just now: “Come here.”

Shi Xueqing only needed to look up to see his intense and vigorous desire.

But Shi Xueqing put down his phone with a calm face. He smiled at Xing Jun: “Brother Xing, I’ll go to the restroom first.”

Seeming very calm. The degree of being moved by money was 0%.

As a result, as soon as he entered the restroom, Shi Xueqing took out his phone again and looked at his balance.

10000 dollars!

And it was cash!

Just one sentence, and it was sent over!

Shi Xueqing slowly tidied his hair in the mirror again. He thought about it and put the earrings he took off earlier back on.

A bit of silver flashing in the hair must be very moving when shaking.

It turned out that being kept by Xing Jun indeed had great prospects. Shi Xueqing pondered seemingly calmly in his heart, next time, how to make Xing Jun add ‘voluntary gift’ in the remarks.

He didn’t understand American law very well. Don’t leave a loophole for the money to be asked back later.

Although Xing Jun certainly didn’t care about this little money. The rich guy drove a Ferrari.

He put on his earrings and came out of the restroom. Just stepping out of the restroom, Shi Xueqing could feel the dark and hot gaze already falling on his legs.

As if wanting to dismantle and eat him into the belly.

He unconsciously felt a little scared again; his ankles were a bit stiff when walking. But the 10000 dollars just now had given him supreme courage.

The tall and handsome man sat on the sofa waiting for him, muscles robust, already poised for action. But Shi Xueqing didn’t go to sit on his lap.

Too low class.

What is delivered to the door is never the best.

He sat on the edge of his bed, behind him was the snow-white bed. Shi Xueqing’s skin was warm soft jade white; white against white, instead showed his healthy and warm blood color.

He looked at Xing Jun, left hand supporting behind his back, using only his right hand to unbuckle his belt.

The trousers fell to the ground with a rustle. He kicked lightly with his toe, kicking them away a little. Then, with a pair of bare long legs, he used his right hand as usual to unbutton every button of his shirt bit by bit.

While doing this part, he no longer looked at Xing Jun, but lowered his eyes, his gaze drifting to nowhere.

Seeming very shimmering and rippling.

As a former straight man, this was the maximum extent he could do.

Sure enough, before the buttons were finished, Xing Jun pinched his arm. The rough calluses on his palm rubbed his delicate snow-white skin, teasingly saying: “Has this part of you never seen the sun?”

Pinching the arm, but eyes looking at somewhere else indeed.

While speaking, his heart savored the scent from Shi Xueqing’s neck he smelled when moving close to him during the first time.

Actually, why did Shi Xueqing spray perfume? The smell of his own snow-white flesh was already very pleasant.

Being pinched like this, Shi Xueqing almost couldn’t hold his movements. He didn’t expect his body to be so sensitive, especially when touched by a man. The feeling of every inch of skin on his arm being pinched by Xing Jun was very intense.

Xing Jun liked boxing and rock climbing; there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingers. His fingers touched his arm, pressing and pinching, as if playing with mutton fat white jade. Shi Xueqing’s breathing became rapid, trying hard to hold back a few uncontrollable muffled groans.

Being grabbed by the arm gave a feeling of being unable to escape from now on.

Clearly knowing the most important thing to do next was to relax, he still couldn’t help tensing his body. His spine went numb, as if turning into a fuse exploding with sparks constantly.

He could almost imagine what would happen next… No, couldn’t imagine. The first time, he was drunk.

All processes were blurred; he could at most recall a few fragments.

And part of the… feelings.

Just then, the arm was suddenly released. Shi Xueqing was stunned. He propped up his body a little and saw Xing Jun changing his clothes right in front of him.

“…Ha.”

Xing Jun had a body completely different from his. An inverted triangle figure, very solid muscles, a very lean waist.

And very… strong abdominal muscles.

Shi Xueqing stared dumbfounded at those distinct muscle lines. Following Xing Jun’s breathing, he could even see the powerful veins buried in that strong body. At that moment, Shi Xueqing suddenly understood a little about the aesthetics he had never understood before.

For example, why Westerners like to apply olive oil to contestants’ statue-like muscles in bodybuilding competitions.

But aren’t Xing Jun’s muscles a bit too exaggerated… Does the rich guy do nothing but work, box, work out, and rock climb in the Bay Area every day? Shi Xueqing was thinking in shock, then suddenly cried out.

He was grabbed unceremoniously again. This time, it wasn’t the arm that was grabbed.

“Wait, my ligaments…” Shi Xueqing said intermittently, feeling the two hands grabbing him were like red-hot steel, hard, hot, and especially powerful.

Just looking down, he saw Xing Jun’s trapezius and pectoral muscles again… It turns out well-exercised muscles indeed have an extremely masculine aesthetic. No wonder rich beauties actually like sports students…

Shi Xueqing was planning to refresh his aesthetic understanding, but soon he found that he couldn’t refresh it.

Xing Jun’s muscles were really not fake. Not only did they look strong, but they were indeed very powerful.

Shi Xueqing soon began to regret his brief appreciation of the sugar daddy’s muscles.

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