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His back was pressed against the hard wall, and his chin was gripped by a large hand. Shi Xueqing struggled a few times but couldn’t break free, so he simply closed his eyes, obediently opened his mouth, and let Xing Jun kiss him, allowing the other’s thick tongue to invade his mouth.

The mucous membrane in his mouth felt like it had become someone else’s property, constantly being licked and teased. Shi Xueqing also stuck out his tongue, trying to hook and entangle with Xing Jun’s tongue.

He thought he was prepared. But when they actually made contact, his waist still went soft. The sensation of intertwining and rubbing against another tongue was too stimulating; he couldn’t stand steady and subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

But he was seized by the other person.

Whether it was his waist firmly gripped by another hand, or his tongue being sucked on.

“Ha… ha…”

Shi Xueqing panted uncontrollably. Without realizing it, a mist of tears covered his eyes, and heat flooded from his lips and tongue into his body.

The powerful masculine aura he hadn’t felt for a few days attacked him again, and deep inside his body, the sensations from those previous days—the memories—surged up once more.

Even though it hadn’t even started yet, he began to tremble unconsciously.

Xing Jun chuckled low.

“Hungry?”

Shi Xueqing reached out to grab his wrist, but his hand was caught by Xing Jun’s other hand and pinned on top of his head.

Shi Xueqing was a tall and thin person, standing out like a crane in a flock of chickens even at the airport, but in Xing Jun’s arms, he was half a head shorter and a size smaller. Leaning together, the difference in body size and skin tone was striking.

Shi Xueqing was swept into a daze by Xing Jun’s kiss. He was trapped against the wall, at Xing Jun’s mercy, until the first button of his shirt was undone. Shi Xueqing got anxious, feeling he had to mention his preparations now.

If he didn’t say it now, he wouldn’t be able to say anything later.

“Hey… hey…” he said while pushing Xing Jun, “Wait a minute, I brought some things.”

Xing Jun asked, “So well-prepared?”

“…There’s new, new underwear… pajamas… a robe… and other things…” Shi Xueqing had been kissed until he couldn’t even stand steadily. Leaning on Xing Jun, he said intermittently, “All bought new…”

Unknowingly, Shi Xueqing’s face was already completely red. Xing Jun couldn’t help laughing and deliberately said, “Bought so many things, afraid I won’t use them?”

But he also used his hand to support Shi Xueqing’s waist.

“Of course,” Shi Xueqing recovered his breath and said clingily, “I have to work hard to make you like me for three years.”

Like…

He was clear about the relationship between him and Shi Xueqing. Such words couldn’t be taken seriously. Xing Jun was stunned at first, then thought that a professional “green tea” (manipulator) really was different.

Their sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship sounded strangely pleasant when he described it.

The two sat on the sofa. Xing Jun pressed Shi Xueqing down and kissed him again, pinching his chin and teasing, “What if I can’t like you for three years?”

“Then I’ll cry,” Shi Xueqing said. “Don’t make me cry out of bed too, okay?”

His eyes were moist, revealing a cat-like slyness.

Xing Jun paused again. Looking into Shi Xueqing’s eyes, he thought Shi Xueqing was truly gifted.

Although he turned girls into besties, when it came to hooking men, he could be so incredibly erotic.

“Alright,” Xing Jun lowered his head and bit his ear. “Then let’s see what you bought.”

Shi Xueqing panted, suddenly sat up, and spoke close to Xing Jun’s ear.

“Bought with the money you gave me…”

His usually distant voice was slightly hoarse, like ice cubes with little hooks.

Captivating, oblivious to danger.

[The previous parts were just kissing and above the neck]

That night, Xing Jun indeed made Shi Xueqing cry.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; this was probably what it was like. Xing Jun’s villa in Brentwood had gorgeously patterned handmade Swedish rugs and exquisitely beautiful Italian crystal chandeliers. Both were things Shi Xueqing would like, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy them, no time to pick them up and admire them properly. He could only catch a glimpse of that luxurious, expensive illusion in the intervals.

Only the softness of the handmade Italian sofa was something Shi Xueqing truly experienced. A piece worth over a hundred thousand dollars; this sofa was truly worth the price.

Xing Jun was so rich—so rich that he felt his trip here was completely correct.

Xing Jun idly pinched Shi Xueqing’s earlobe. They hadn’t returned to the bedroom; the living room air was filled with their scents, covering the smell of the newly bought tuberoses. Shi Xueqing let him pinch him, listening to Xing Jun say, “You can talk now. Anything you want to say?”

“Brother Xing…” Shi Xueqing said after a long while, “Is this sofa… easy to wash?”

Xing Jun looked down and answered, “Not easy to wash.”

“…”

“It’s fine, we’ll just replace it.”

Xing Jun didn’t care about the life or death of the sofa. But Shi Xueqing suddenly cared. He pushed Xing Jun with his hand, not wanting to be intimate on the sofa anymore. Xing Jun had no choice but to carry him back to the bedroom.

But wickedly, he played a little trick on the way.

Shi Xueqing was placed on the bed. Seeing his teary eyes, Xing Jun deliberately teased him, “Care so much about the sofa? From the living room to the bedroom, my carpets are also quite expensive. If they get dirty, they’re not easy to wash either.”

“…”

“I bought them with my money, not yours. Why do you care so much?” Xing Jun said this and thought of the look in Shi Xueqing’s eyes when he looked at the furniture. Did Shi Xueqing like luxury goods a little too much?

Shi Xueqing finally caught his breath. His elbows trembled as he propped himself up on the bed, trying to sit up, but was pushed back by Xing Jun. Xing Jun started kissing Shi Xueqing again. This time, he just pecked him again and again, tasting Shi Xueqing’s lips bit by bit.

“You… you let go a little.”

Shi Xueqing finally managed to squeeze out a sentence in the intervals of being kissed.

Xing Jun let go, wanting to know what Shi Xueqing wanted to do. Shi Xueqing struggled to rise a bit, brought his lips close to Xing Jun’s ear, but said one sentence.

“It wasn’t me who intentionally got the carpet and sofa dirty. It was clearly you… who did it on purpose.”

His voice was drifting and muddled, extremely sweet and cloying.

Xing Jun was stunned for a moment. He thought, Shi Xueqing really has changed.

He could even say things like this. He was so seductive in front of him, completely different from the distant indifference he showed others.

Shi Xueqing was bullied again. He wondered what he was thinking, flirting with a sugar daddy who practiced boxing and rock climbing, while also feeling very smug.

Heh, men are just like this. Especially Tops. Xing Jun thought he had won, but actually, everything was under his control.

[The previous parts were also chatting, not being intimate]

Only one thing exceeded Shi Xueqing’s plan. The pajamas he bought didn’t last long; a small half of them were gone that very night, as if foreshadowing the depravity of the next half-month.

The next day was Sunday. Shi Xueqing woke up very late, and after waking up, started kissing Xing Jun again. while he was asleep, Xing Jun had rummaged through his suitcase and pulled out a set of black pajamas, tossing them onto Shi Xueqing.

“Black is too seductive. White suits you better; it looks more innocent.”

Xing Jun teased him.

[Why lock this part? It’s just kissing]

Shi Xueqing rolled his eyes in his heart, but said softly and gently, “So… in your eyes… am I very innocent…”

Xing Jun’s expression became a bit playful as he lowered his head to bite his earlobe: “You tell me.”

“Mmn…” Shi Xueqing shook his head.

“Don’t shake your head, use your mouth to speak,” Xing Jun said again.

In the two days since arriving in Los Angeles, Shi Xueqing hadn’t posted on Instagram or gone out. He relied entirely on takeout for meals, living in darkness in the villa every day.

Only in his spare moments, he secretly checked the address of Xing Jun’s villa in the bathroom, disappointedly discovering that although the address was in a famous wealthy area, it wasn’t Beverly Hills.

This made him a little melancholy. The feeling of being amidst luxury and dissipation was gone in an instant.

If the villa were in Beverly Hills, he could barely accept being locked in a room and fucked for five days straight.

Late at night, Shi Xueqing lay in bed, his head full of bubbles. He felt Xing Jun approaching him again and subconsciously rubbed against him.

Does Xing Jun want it again? Shi Xueqing thought about the first step of his plan: satisfy Xing Jun physically first—settle the “little head” before settling Xing Jun’s “big head.” But now he was worried that before completing the first step, he would be turned into a glamorous corpse in a wealthy neighborhood by Xing Jun.

And not even a glamorous corpse in Beverly Hills.

But this time, Xing Jun only chuckled low. He hugged Shi Xueqing and kissed his forehead: “It’s 1 AM. Let’s not do it today.”

“…You’re tired?” Shi Xueqing finished speaking dizzily, then started hating his own mouth.

“Tired my ass. I have business to discuss tomorrow morning.” Xing Jun flicked his forehead with a finger. “I’m going out. You stay home and be good… If you want to go out, that’s fine too. Go look around yourself, but don’t go to dangerous neighborhoods.”

Shi Xueqing nodded in his arms. Seeing his obedient and confused look, Xing Jun wondered if Shi Xueqing would be bored home alone tomorrow.

If Shi Xueqing lived here long-term, he would buy a cat to keep him company.

Shi Xueqing, on the other hand, only rolled his eyes weakly in his heart, thinking, Xing Jun is finally going to work.

If they kept doing it, he was afraid he couldn’t help but speak up and ask Xing Jun for overtime pay.

Xing Jun kept his word. When Shi Xueqing woke up at noon the next day, Xing Jun was gone from the villa.

On the two-meter-wide bed, there was only him, Shi Xueqing.

Shi Xueqing put on a silk robe, held his waist as he went downstairs, and yawned on the sofa. His plan for Los Angeles had just begun, and he had almost died of exhaustion.

They were “compatible” in bed; now it was time to think about the second step.

Shi Xueqing ordered takeout. After eating, he began to walk around the villa, observing the environment.

This two-story villa was Xing Jun’s foothold in LA. It had a total of four bedrooms, four bathrooms, a movie theater, and a study.

The backyard had a lawn, a swimming pool, an outdoor barbecue space, and an ADU (Accessory Dwelling Unit).

Shi Xueqing discovered that the place must have been cleaned before he arrived. There wasn’t a speck of dust in the huge house. The entire house was glittering but low-key; all the ornaments and paintings revealed wealth, but were luxurious without being ostentatious.

Some miscellaneous household items looked newly bought. Each one had a big logo. Like the LV bath towel in the bathroom.

Shi Xueqing walked back and forth in this villa, pondering what he should do.

Normally, he might want to take photos with those luxury goods. But now, impacted by a house full of expensive things, he calmed down instead.

Compared to the present, he started thinking more about the future.

He came to LA to bind Xing Jun and extract more gold coins, not just to play. If he hooked Xing Jun securely, would he worry about not having chances to take photos here in the future?

Suddenly, he felt something flash. He turned his head to look.

A surveillance camera.

Shi Xueqing instantly became alert. But soon he thought, it’s normal for this kind of villa to have surveillance cameras.

But shortly after, he discovered more anomalies.

…No, the security equipment in this villa was a bit too much.

The villa was not only full of surveillance cameras everywhere, but also had infrared alarms and several other deterrent devices. Xing Jun was just short of putting up a high-voltage power grid at the door against the property management’s objections and erecting defense turrets. All the window glass was bulletproof.

“…”

I have a feeling the rich guy has guns at home… Shi Xueqing repeatedly confirmed that the rich guy lived in a famous wealthy area, not Detroit.

Fortunately, there were no surveillance cameras in the bedroom. It seemed the rich guy had no interest in filming sex tapes. Shi Xueqing ran to this camera-free pure land and pondered for a while, feeling that Xing Jun had psychological issues.

Felt a bit like persecution mania.

Thinking of this, Shi Xueqing suddenly had an idea.

He sat at the dining table and first handled some library work. For this half-month accompanying the rich guy, he had applied to Mr. Iver to complete part of his work remotely. Mr. Iver agreed, teasing him about whether he wanted to take advantage of the last rays of summer vacation to play around.

Not for play, just to make money. Shi Xueqing was very fair in his dealings; he wanted Xing Jun’s “big head” (money), and the school’s “little head” (wages).

Besides, who knew if Xing Jun was just acting on a whim? He had to leave a way out for himself.

There wasn’t much daily work at the library, and Shi Xueqing worked fast. A few hours later, Shi Xueqing closed his MacBook and took his iPad out of his bag.

Wearing his robe, he walked into the yard, struck a pose under the parasol on the rocking chair that showed off his temperament, and began to read.

After most of the afternoon had passed, the sound of a car parking came from the garage. Xing Jun was back.

Shi Xueqing clearly heard the car, but pretended to be engrossed in his book and didn’t hear it. Sure enough, not long after, a large hand with a distinctly different skin tone from his landed on him.

“Been home all afternoon?”

“Mmn, reading.”

Shi Xueqing held his wrist and said reservedly. Xing Jun touched his face: “Why not go into the study to read?”

“You didn’t tell me I could go in.” Shi Xueqing blinked. “Besides, what if there are confidential documents from your company inside?”

“Watched too many TV dramas.” Xing Jun scoffed. “If you want to read, go in. Take whatever you want from the shelves.”

Guessed right. After hearing this reason, Xing Jun seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Shi Xueqing stood up slowly, not thanking Xing Jun.

“Then I’ll go see what books you have,” he said.

He wandered around Xing Jun’s study for a while, right under Xing Jun’s nose, and then pulled out a copy of “The Garden of Forking Paths” from the shelf.

Xing Jun’s shelves had mostly finance, technology, and biography books; Shi Xueqing actually found the most literary-looking one. He watched Shi Xueqing sit in the chair and flip through the book, leaning down: “Just this one?”

Shi Xueqing pulled another one from under the table: “And this one.”

Xing Jun looked down; it was a catalog of current season new products sent by Dior.

Alright, that was a completely obvious hint. When Xing Jun looked over, Shi Xueqing lowered his head again, taking back “The Garden of Forking Paths”: “Maybe I should just read this…”

Then his body was lifted into the air.

Xing Jun picked Shi Xueqing up and licked and kissed his lips on the desk. Shi Xueqing cooperated by tilting his head back, returning the kiss as if very aroused.

Xing Jun played with his hair: “Doesn’t look like you really want to read. Go out and play by yourself tomorrow; you don’t have to wait for me at home.”

“Really?”

“Just be home before 8 PM. If you’re late, I’m afraid you’ll have to ‘work overtime’ and won’t be able to get up the next day.” Xing Jun half-joked, half-threatened.

Shi Xueqing lay back looking into Xing Jun’s eyes, cheeks flushed red, but put the new product catalog back on his chest, saying elegantly, “But I don’t know anyone in Los Angeles…”

“I’ll introduce one to you.” Xing Jun remembered Ni Youwen’s influencer girlfriend was in Los Angeles.

“Friends you know… must have high consumption levels.” Shi Xueqing still clutched the catalog. “What if they take me to some very expensive place…”

Xing Jun paused, then quickly laughed with a ch sound, finally understanding.

“I’ll give you a supplementary card tomorrow.” Xing Jun pinched Shi Xueqing, eliciting a yelp from him. “Swipe that.”

As he spoke, he tossed the catalog in Shi Xueqing’s hand away: “You just wanted a supplementary card; beating around the bush for so long.”

The unique twisty ways a “green tea” asks for money. He grabbed Shi Xueqing’s hand again, playing with his snow-white fingers.

He liked this look of Shi Xueqing’s. Shi Xueqing was like a dodder flower clinging to a host, very docile. Xing Jun also tossed the magazine aside; it was a bit in the way.

His wish granted, Shi Xueqing didn’t act pretentious, only saying hoarsely, “Thank you, Brother Xing…”

He even actively offered his lips.

As for “The Garden of Forking Paths”, it had long since been thrown aside.

Xing Jun raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew Shi Xueqing was acting so obedient for this money.

Fortunately, he knew what kind of person Shi Xueqing was and harbored no illusions about him.

One lustful, one greedy—very fair.

[This part before was also only kissing]

…

Another room full of warm colors. When Shi Xueqing woke up the next day, Xing Jun had gone to discuss business again.

Luckily, Xing Jun kept his promise. Shi Xueqing turned his head and saw a supplementary card lying on the bedside table.

Getting a card on the spot wouldn’t be this fast; Xing Jun must have prepared the card long ago. On the card, there was also a note.

“Yours”.

There were only two words on the note.

Shi Xueqing lay listlessly in bed. He checked the limit of the supplementary card and found it was as high as 200,000 dollars. Xing Jun was quite generous with money.

But a supplementary card was different from a cash transfer. Every transaction he made would send a text message to Xing Jun.

But what Shi Xueqing wanted to “dredge” wasn’t this credit limit.

“When are you coming back tonight?” he sent a WeChat message to Xing Jun.

Xing Jun was probably working and didn’t reply. Shi Xueqing had no emotional reaction. He knew this meant Xing Jun was focused on making money.

For him, this was a good thing. The more money Xing Jun made, the more he could scoop up.

So he combed his hair, got dressed, and went out with the fresh-out-of-the-oven supplementary card.

Shi Xueqing scouted the location of a nearby supermarket. He bought some fruit and some milk, but didn’t use Xing Jun’s supplementary card.

That day, he only swiped Xing Jun’s supplementary card for one transaction, buying only one type of thing.

Several boxes.

Large size.

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