The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

When it was all over, Song Yunxi's body was convulsing uncontrollably and she couldn't recover for a long time.

This was his first time in the strictest sense, and the process was so pleasurable it made his scalp tingle. He was tortured to the point of near death, crying and screaming continuously.

The sheets were crumpled into a ball, and the pillow was nowhere to be seen. He lay in the middle of the messy bed, panting heavily, his eyes half-closed, with a damp mark on his eyelashes.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of breathing rising and falling.

Shen Chonglu was very good at serving people and was obedient enough to do whatever he was asked to do. He knew when to use force and when to hold back.

If Song Yunqi were to summarize her experience tonight in one sentence:

The first twenty-six years of my life were wasted.

Damn, why suppress your nature? You should have let loose a long time ago.

Several rubber products lay scattered on the ground.

The trash can was right next to them, but neither of them had a free hand to throw it away. The trash was just left lying there, silently demonstrating just how absurd everything that had happened was.

After being satisfied, Song Yunqi entered a brief state of enlightenment, her mind blank and her limbs feeling weak.

He wanted to adjust his posture, but he was too tired to move at all, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Shen Chonglu lay down beside Song Yunqi, one hand around his waist, his fingertips tracing the curves of his skin.

He had large hands with thin calluses on his palms. He repeatedly measured the size of his waist, marveling at how incredibly thin it was. The hollow of his waist could barely fit half a thumb. He wondered how he had managed to swallow himself like that.

He wasn't quite done yet, but Song Yunqi clearly couldn't hold back any longer, so he asked for praise.

"How did I perform?"

Song Yunqi didn't open her eyes, but let out a faint hum from the tip of her nose.

"not bad."

The three-word evaluation, neither warm nor cold, made Shen Chonglu's lips curl up. He propped himself up and looked at Song Yunqi's face.

The light shone from the side, outlining the perfect contours of that face. When her eyebrows and eyes were closed, she lacked the aloofness she had when she was awake, and instead showed a soft weariness. Her lips were slightly swollen, and their color was deeper and redder than when she arrived.

That's so slutty.

Shen Chonglu lowered his head and leaned in to kiss his lips.

But he dodged it by tilting his head.

The movement was small, but the meaning was clear. Song Yunqi didn't even open her eyes, and her voice was lazy, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

"Don't kiss me, it's dirty."

Shen Chonglu paused for a moment, then chuckled and wiped the water stains from the corner of his lips with his thumb.

"You're complaining about your own stuff?"

Song Yunqi shook her head, her brows furrowing slightly, as if annoyed by his excessive talking.

"I don't like eating other people's saliva, it's disgusting."

As he spoke, he glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed the time as 1:47 a.m.

He looked away, his tone returning to its usual businesslike indifference: "Alright, you can go now."

The faint smile that had just appeared on Shen Chonglu's face froze. He hadn't expected the other party to be so ruthless, throwing him away after having his fun.

"Now?" he asked.

Song Yunqi responded with a faint "Mm".

"But it's already past midnight."

The arm around his waist tightened unconsciously. Shen Chonglu softened his tone and said tentatively, "Let me stay. What if you need something again when you wake up in the morning? I can satisfy you anytime."

This offer is indeed tempting.

Song Yunqi lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the hands that were clasped around her waist. After a two-second silence, she slowly raised her hand and calmly and deliberately pried them apart, one by one.

The movements were slow, but the undeniable aloofness and determination left no room for negotiation.

"I'm not used to sharing a bed with someone else; it makes me have insomnia."

After saying that, he struggled to pick up a cigarette from the bedside table and put it in his mouth.

He was used to smoking slim cigarettes, the white body of which swayed gently between his rosy lips and teeth with each breath, making him look exceptionally erotic and alluring.

The lighter flame flickered a few times before igniting, my fingertips trembled slightly, and even lighting a cigarette was much more difficult than usual.

Shen Chonglu didn't move, he just watched him quietly.

The man looked handsome smoking, tilting his head slightly back to reveal a section of his fair neck. Smoke escaped from between his lips, blurring his features, only to be dispersed by the air purifier in the next second.

Her gaze followed the wisp of smoke downwards, past her collarbone, and landed on her chest, which she had just been so fond of. Now, it was a mess, covered with all sorts of alluring red marks.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Song Yunxi tilted her head to look at him, a cigarette between her fingers. Her tone wasn't harsh, but her intention to get rid of him was quite clear.

Shen Chonglu propped himself up, the blanket slipped down to his waist, revealing his muscular upper body.

He tried to struggle, his voice low: "It's so late, why don't you stop making a fuss?"

"I can sleep on the sofa, and I'm a very good sleeping person, I promise I won't snore or grind my teeth."

Song Yunqi slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, the ash falling onto the bed sheet and forming a small gray dot.

"Shen Chonglu," he called out by his full name.

"Um?"

"I know that this is your first time in the sex trade, and after having physical contact with someone, you subconsciously developed a psychological dependence, but you need to understand your own position."

He casually stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his voice neither loud nor soft: "I'm here to satisfy my physical needs, not to date, understand?"

"It's just for fun, don't take it too seriously."

The slight smile on Shen Chonglu's lips vanished.

Looking into Song Yunqi's eyes, which were both alluring and cold, they were like ice on a river in winter—beautiful but devoid of warmth.

He nodded without saying anything more, then got out of bed to retrieve his clothes from the floor. As he moved, large scratches and bite marks on his back were clearly visible.

Song Yunqi watched quietly as he picked up the clothes scattered around and put them on one by one. His movements were quick, not exactly disheveled, but certainly not composed.

"Then I'm leaving," Shen Chonglu said.

Song Yunxi ignored him and reached for his phone on the bedside table. The movement pulled on his waist and abdomen, and he frowned almost imperceptibly, but quickly resumed his nonchalant demeanor.

Receiving no response, Shen Chonglu tactfully turned around, but his hand suddenly stopped when he touched the doorknob. He turned back and said:

"The matter of being kept by a sugar daddy..."

"Your assistant will contact you to sign the contract tomorrow." Song Yunqi didn't even look up, swiping her finger across the screen as if she were looking through messages.

A brief silence.

The door lock clicked shut, and a gust of cold air from the corridor rushed in for a moment before being shut out again.

The room became completely quiet.

The air conditioning was set very low; I forgot who was sweating profusely while getting into the heat to adjust the temperature.

But the intense heat had subsided, and a coolness began to seep into his bones through his pores. A layer of goosebumps rose on Song Yunqi's exposed skin. He casually pulled a bathrobe from the side and wrapped it around himself, trying to adjust to a comfortable position to relieve the soreness.

Unfortunately, it failed.

The sheets were crumpled beyond recognition, damp and clinging to my body, with several large patches already cooled down, the sticky sensation making me feel uncomfortable all over.

With a helpless sigh, Song Yunxi propped herself up on the edge of the bed.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the muscles on the inside of his thighs twitched, and a sore feeling spread from his groin all the way to his knees. He held onto the edge of the bed for a few seconds before he recovered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the small stack of banknotes on the bedside table.

It was prepared before I came, hidden under my phone. I intended to toss it to Shen Chonglu as a tip after we were done, but I got so carried away that I forgot about it.

Never mind, I'll make it up to you next time.