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Having witnessed Xing Jun’s generosity with money, Shi Xueqing’s actions were more proactive and professional than ever before.

Wearing his own clothes but adorning himself with the Armani necklace and bracelet, as well as the Hermès belt that Xing Jun bought for him, he wandered back and forth in several department stores. With these accessories, Shi Xueqing had plenty of confidence even when window shopping, no longer needing to critique those things he couldn’t afford from an artistic aesthetic perspective in his heart.

However, his trip here was certainly not to buy luxury clothes. Shi Xueqing wasn’t that generous with his spending yet.

Besides, didn’t Xing Jun promise to take him shopping in Beverly Hills? That’s the famous Beverly Hills he had heard so much about. A rich guy like Xing Jun taking him shopping there surely wouldn’t just buy him a few small items.

There would be plenty of luxury goods then.

Shi Xueqing came here to purchase means of production.

He bought pajamas, underwear, several bottles of perfume said to be very effective, several sets of quite sexy lingerie, and a bottle of oil.

That bottle of oil was recommended on Instagram. It had a slight aphrodisiac effect and excellent lubricating properties. Holding that bottle of oil, Shi Xueqing thought, Xing Jun shouldn’t use that baby oil anymore. With Xing Jun’s size and technique, he really needs to bring his own props.

Thinking about it, Shi Xueqing felt his butt hurt a little again. He changed the way he addressed Xing Jun in his mind to “Rich Guy” (Fu Ge). Only the word “Rich” could calm his soul.

Before leaving the store, Shi Xueqing bought himself a set of Manito morning gown.

The blue-gray morning gown was high-end and cold, complementing his skin tone very well, making his skin present a kind of coldness and cleanliness glowing like snow. Shi Xueqing pondered in front of the mirror for a while, feeling that the tranquil literary style was probably his core productivity.

So he didn’t take the burgundy one.

A bit expensive. Shi Xueqing convinced himself to buy it using the excuse of purchasing means of production. Carrying bags of various sizes, he had dinner in the city and trimmed his hair by the way.

Finally, when taking a taxi home, Shi Xueqing calculated the money spent today in the car.

Spent a few thousand throughout the day.

While feeling the pinch, Shi Xueqing told himself to consider it as a rebate to Xing Jun. A beautiful canary should also have a birdcage made of gold and diamonds to set off its high-class status.

After all, the purpose of his trip to Los Angeles was to cultivate feelings with Xing Jun. With deeper feelings, it would be more convenient to continue digging for money.

Xing Jun was domineering and tough, but gave money generously and readily, transferring over a hundred thousand dollars to him in just a short week.

He only returned a tiny few thousand from this to Xing Jun.

Shi Xueqing calculated this tiny proportion, and while feeling calm, he also felt no guilt about it.

It was enough for Xing Jun to just send money; but for him to pack his luggage, he had to think a lot. Shi Xueqing packed for half a day and took out that set of red sexy lingerie.

Too slutty, didn’t fit his persona.

Less than five hours left before departure. At 5 a.m., Shi Xueqing woke up early in bed.

Feeling unexpectedly a bit excited in his heart. Probably because the journey was imminent.

It wasn’t bright outside yet; he held his phone and scrolled through Moments.

In Moments, companions from the previous trip were busy coming and going. Some returned to China to see family, some went to New York to see friends, and some went to Japan to meet online friends.

Even Xing Wei had set off. She flew to Paris with her star-chasing sisters to watch her idol record a variety show.

Everyone had their own partner or companion, and their own brilliant origin or destination. Shi Xueqing thought, he wasn’t lonely in a foreign land either.

The plane ticket to Los Angeles lay in his Apple Wallet, the accompanying pajamas and perfume lay in his 29-inch suitcase, and the over one hundred thousand dollars the rich guy sent him lay in his account.

His fingers closed Moments. Dazing for a while, he unconsciously clicked on the Burberry official website.

A bit habitually.

That 3000-dollar shawl would always appear on the homepage of the official website. But today, it was no longer there.

Shi Xueqing flipped through the official website for a long time, but it was nowhere to be found.

It turned out that not only holidays pass, but luxury goods that were once new arrivals also expire. By the time the hundreds of thousands of dollars arrived, it had already become an out-of-season item lagging behind the trend.

The sun gradually rose. A few hours later, Shi Xueqing bought a bottle of soda at the airport. Passing by the freezer, he thought, to mourn that discontinued shawl, perhaps he should buy a can of pineapples expiring on July 31st.

Unfortunately, there was no such shawl on the official website, nor were there pineapple cans expiring on July 31st in the airport supermarket.

Unable to replicate the scene in “Chungking Express”, Shi Xueqing felt a moment of sadness before boarding the plane. Fortunately, the comfortable first-class cabin made him quickly forget that melancholy.

And while the flight attendant was serving others, he started taking photos.

After editing the photos, Shi Xueqing posted an Instagram Story in a low-key manner. His Story of traveling in first class mixed with others’ Stories of going to Japan, Miami, and Paris, blending seamlessly and pleasing to the eye.

“Now is the eve of tomorrow.”*

Didn’t forget to add a caption to show that his Story was distinctly different from others.

Shi Xueqing admired it back and forth, feeling satisfied with its literary nature. When the plane cut through the clouds, he waved his hand to refuse the cocktail offered by the flight attendant.

California.

He thought.

Looking at the gradually blue sky outside the window, he put on his 900-dollar headphones and started looping a song.

“All the leaves are brown”

“And the sky is grey”

…

“I’d be safe and warm,”

“If I was in L.A.”

“California dreaming”

“On such a winter’s day”*

Rock music looped repeatedly, cheerful yet sad. Shi Xueqing dazedly closed his eyes in his seat.

Then opened his eyes again.

The plane landed, and the sunlight outside the window was startlingly dazzling. The whole world was filled with palm trees pointing high into the sky, like passionate fingers.

Heatwaves hit from outside. The flight attendant in blue uniform smiled at him at the cabin exit.

“Welcome to L.A.”

…

Shining as brightly as the California sunshine was Xing Jun’s light Windsor blue convertible Bentley.

Shi Xueqing saw this car from afar and couldn’t take his eyes off it. Xing Jun walked beside him and saw at a glance that Shi Xueqing was staring at his luxury car.

He came a day early to supervise. The Bentley was washed, and the villa in Brentwood was also cleaned by someone.

Now it seemed indeed worth it. Didn’t this just hook out Shi Xueqing’s vain little appearance.

“Like Bentley so much?” Xing Jun teased.

Shi Xueqing became reserved again: “Just think this color… is very profound and elegant. Like the blue big eyes of a god.”

Big eyes indeed. Just now Shi Xueqing was clearly looking at the car logo. Probably noticed the color only after he spoke.

However, along the way, he was also looking at Shi Xueqing’s body; they were even.

On the phone the day before yesterday, he just casually mentioned letting Shi Xueqing dress prettier. Didn’t expect Shi Xueqing seemed to really take this sentence to heart. Today’s Shi Xueqing seemed even prettier than the previous few times he saw him.

Shi Xueqing wore a grey-white fake two-piece shirt, paired with a tie of the same color, and black trousers below. The drape fabric accentuated his long legs.

A black belt of the same color cinched his waist very thinly.

That waist, those legs, he saw them as soon as Shi Xueqing came out of the arrival gate.

Xing Jun threw Shi Xueqing’s suitcase into the trunk, turned around and saw Shi Xueqing finished photographing the car logo, lowering his head to secretly search for the car model on his phone. Shi Xueqing was a bit shorter than him. Lowering his head, he could easily see Shi Xueqing’s snow-white back of the neck buried in the shirt.

Not seen for a few days, Shi Xueqing’s hair was a bit shorter, sweeping flutteringly on his collarbone.

Probably had a haircut before coming to see him.

The flame not seen for a few days popped up again. Xing Jun stared at the back of the neck he had bitten when in the back position, his tone very gentle: “Let’s go, go back.”

“Okay, Brother Xing.” Shi Xueqing put down his phone nonchalantly, “I just searched what we should eat tonight…”

Still pretending there. Xing Jun watched Shi Xueqing tuck his hair and get into the passenger seat. The two were very close, and Xing Jun smelled the fragrance on Shi Xueqing.

Perfume doesn’t last long. To have this intensity of scent, presumably Shi Xueqing reapplied perfume as soon as he got off the plane.

Little schemes.

Thinking about it, Xing Jun felt he should divert his attention. he casually said: “This car and that car in Hawaii, which one do you like more?”

Shi Xueqing was secretly searching for the Bentley price. Suddenly asked this, he closed his phone again and said elegantly: “This one.”

“Reason?”

Shi Xueqing thought in his heart, because this Bentley, looking at the configuration, seems a bit more expensive.

But verbally he said: “Because it is your car.”

Tone literary. Xing Jun glanced at him, thinking this green tea really knows how to seduce people.

Shi Xueqing was looked at by that meaningful gaze and knew he was going to be screwed again later. His waist moved unconsciously, but his expression was natural.

Before setting off, he knew what he came for on this trip, not being pretentious.

And to Shi Xueqing’s surprise, his hair wasn’t messed up by the wind in the convertible. It seems the wind deflector of luxury cars indeed has its unique features.

He wanted to take selfies in the car again. But thinking that he had serious business to do on this trip, he still reservedly withdrew his movement.

There would be plenty of opportunities for selfies these few days. But tonight, he had to grasp this rich guy Xing Jun firmly.

Don’t act too affected while taking photos and turn Xing Jun off instead.

Shi Xueqing knew to hook a man, he had to start with the body first.

He maintained an alienated and elegant style, only occasionally tucking his hair in the passenger seat, revealing the beautiful line of his neck under the collarbone-length hair, and the silver earrings on his ears.

The luxury car drove into a villa. Shi Xueqing heard in Hawaii that Xing Jun had a residence in the rich area of Los Angeles. This residence indeed lived up to its reputation, with gray-white tiled walls matched with glass, very beautiful.

Despite making up his mind to pretend to be literary, Shi Xueqing still got distracted for a moment, trying hard to suppress the urge to search the address of this villa to see if it counted as being in Beverly Hills.

If it were in Beverly Hills, how good would it feel for him to live here.

“Get out of the car.” Xing Jun said.

Shi Xueqing got out of the car. He followed behind Xing Jun, walking elegantly to the door, waiting for Xing Jun to open the door for him.

He tilted his head slightly and said to Xing Jun: “Brother Xing, inside here…”

The light in this high-ceilinged living room is really good.

As a result, just entering the living room, he was pushed against the wall by Xing Jun.

Xing Jun probably endured for a long time on the way. Grabbing his wrist, he started kissing unceremoniously.

Shi Xueqing struggled hard a few times, thinking I haven’t finished my seductive words yet.

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