"Hurry up, take it off!"
Xia Qingrou unbuckled her belt and casually pulled down Shen Mochen's pants, restoring her original JK schoolgirl appearance, except the black stockings had beco battle-worn.
"Your stockings are torn..." Shen Mochen said.
"It's all because you ripped them earlier!" Xia Qingrou's face turned red as she used Shen Mochen's pants to wipe the moss off a huge rock.
Shen Mochen complained, "Hey, why are you using my pants to wipe..."
Xia Qingrou, both anxious and annoyed, tugged at Shen Mochen, "Co on, hurry up!"
"You really want to do it that badly..."
"Don't you want to?"
It's not that I don't want to, I'm just scared to death... Shen Mochen thought of Han Muxue's expression and figured that continuing this way, getting flattened in his sleep wouldn't be surprising!
Of course, he just grumbled internally. If Han Muxue were really that obsessive, she wouldn't keep letting him and Xia Qingrou get together so often.
"Let tell you, I'm completely shaless now... nothing happens more than three tis, and we must sort this out today!" Xia Qingrou adjusted her glasses, her face flushed red, and as she bent down to pull at Shen Mochen's pants, she clenched her teeth, "Not even God can stop , I'm telling you!"
Shen Mochen couldn't help but want to laugh. Was there really a need to be this desperate? You're even more impatient than , a guy!
"Alright, alright, I'll do it myself." Shen Mochen helped Xia Qingrou up, sniffed the citrus scent on her body, and said very seriously, "Since I've taken your money, I must see this through!"
Xia Qingrou imdiately bead with joy. She gently lay down on the stone slab, her long legs tightly wrapping around Shen Mochen's waist, her seductive eyes lifting, "Co on, my beauty, don't hold back on !"
Her white JK uniform was gradually undone, revealing a body as smooth as jade.
...
Unawares, a shade of twilight erged on the horizon, the sun setting in the west, hidden among the winding river of clouds, turning the heavenly river into a precious silk tapestry.
Shen Mochen walked out of the small woods with Xia Qingrou in his arms when a long-haired stray dog suddenly appeared from nowhere, barking at them.
Xia Qingrou lifted her hand, and a Light Arrow struck the dog. She hadn't put much force behind it, so the dog rely yelped in pain and scurried away with its tail between its legs.
Seeing this, Xia Qingrou just giggled, her arms wrapped around Shen Mochen's neck, her body as soft as a pile of mud, nestling into his embrace.
"Let heal you so you can walk on your own..." Shen Mochen suggested as he looked at the girl in his arms.
"I don't want to... once healed, that feeling disappears..." Xia Qingrou cooed, gently biting Shen Mochen's neck.
"What feeling?" Shen Mochen casually asked.
"Yu Huai, do you understand?" Xia Qingrou snuggled in Shen Mochen's arms and whispered, "Just carry back like this."
Shen Mochen nodded his head; he understood nothing of this matter; he wasn't a woman, but Yin Huailian also liked to be held by him after their ti together.
Are all girls like this? The sudden thought of Yin Huailian, and then looking at the person in his arms right now, stirred so odd emotions, almost like he was cheating.
"Carrying you back isn't impossible," Shen Mochen said. They were just a little over one kiloter away from the dormitory and, with Shen Mochen's physical strength, it wasn't a problem, although his arms might ache afterwards. But self-healing was just a matter of changing his thoughts.
"Mm, then carry back. I'll give you an extra hundred," Xia Qingrou cheerfully lay in Shen Mochen's arms, inhaling the manly scent from his body.
"But you just wet all over; don't you mind?" Shen Mochen glanced at her.
"It's mine anyway…" As Xia Qingrou thought about her recent loss of clarity, shouting family mbers' nas all over the place, her face blushed with sha. Yet, she felt sowhat justified this ti, biting Shen Mochen's ear, "I'll give you another hundred as compensation!"
So much! Shen Mochen internally ridiculed. Given his appearance, he could make at least six figures in one night at a high-class club. There were plenty of rich won who wanted to sleep with him, although none of them were as attractive as one of Xia Qingrou's fingers.
Shen Mochen was well aware of his market value because he had really worked in a club during his junior high holidays.
Of course, he had Yin Huailian then and naturally wouldn't have sold his body; he rely worked as a waiter and cleaner. He figured since he was a man, he could handle being flirted with and it wouldn't be too detrintal.
On his first day on the job, however, a wealthy woman took an interest in him. Around thirty years old, her eyes and eyebrows carried a srizing charm. He heard from other waitstaff that she ca to drown her sorrows in the club after failing to successfully replace her married lover.
At that ti, Shen Mochen was cleaning a private room with his ntor when the woman laid eyes on him and imdiately glead, pushing away the two young handso n beside her, and threw a stack of money on the coffee table, slapping her creamy thigh, "Sit here, and the money is yours!"
Hesitating for a mont due to the at least five-figure sum and out of respect for money, Shen Mochen sat down. She imdiately grabbed him and started nibbling fiercely, scaring Shen Mochen so much that he fled without even taking the money.
It wasn't that he was particularly upright—the phrase 'wealth should not corrupt, poverty should not sway' cos to mind—but because the Yin sisters had warned him that if he ever sold his body for money, they would do the sa.
Thus, Shen Mochen's first experience working at a club ended abruptly. Later, still undeterred, he attended an interview at another extrely high-class club, but they wouldn't hire him. It wasn't because he was too young, but because they didn't want him as a waiter. They offered him either a seven-figure salary to beco their lead "Prince" of the club right away, or he could leave imdiately—and they would also blackball him throughout the industry.
From what Shen Mochen knew about clubs, the so-called "Prince" was the ultimate form of "Young Master," and typical clubs only housed one "Prince." Even the most upscale and crowded clubs only had a few "Princes."
Every "Prince" was a king among n, not only handso but also first-rate at charming won. Nearly every "Young Master" aspired to beco a "Prince."
And almost without exception, "Princes" had to start as ordinary "Young Masters" and show off their extraordinary money-attracting skills before possibly being promoted by the club.
This process took at least six months, and it could take as long as three to five years... The senior employees at the club had stars in their eyes when they described it, almost as if saying, "I'm going to be a 'Prince'!"
Thus, the interview at the second club skipped the long probationary period and imdiately offered him the sought-after position of "Prince."
Although he wasn't the boss and didn't have the final say, he was sure that even if the boss were here, the offer would only be higher.
Because of his innocent face and his eyes, shattered in a way that even n would pity, there would be plenty of rich won scrambling to stuff money into his embrace just to see him smile.
To corner him and sever his back-up plans, the interviewer coupled the sky-high contract offer with threats that he would end up with nothing and even get blackballed from the industry.
And so, Shen Mochen got up and left, marking the end of his path in the club world. He never verified whether he had actually been blackballed, but he knew he wasn't cut out for that business.
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