Nighttime Services

Shen Ranxin asked warily, "What nighttime services?"

Lu Zhi wrapped an arm around his wife's slim waist. "Well... that depends on whether Teacher Shen prefers package A, B, or C."

Shen Ranxin's back rested against Lu Zhi's chest, and he could feel his strong heartbeat. As if possessed, he did not push him away.

A familiar sense of security enveloped him, making Shen Ranxin feel unusually comfortable.

Not only did he fail to remove Lu Zhi's hand from around his waist, he asked with interest, "Oh? And what do they each include?"

"Package A is standard service, package B is premium service, and as for package C..." Lu Zhi slipped his hand beneath Shen Ranxin's clothes and stroked his taut abs. "That would naturally be special service."

Shen Ranxin sneered. "President Lu seems quite alluring himself. Do you really not have any side business?"

"I do." President Lu picked up the thread. "I've been available in the pleasure business year-round, but I have requirements for my clients."

"Oh?" Shen Ranxin knowingly asked, "What requirements?"

"Tall, long-legged, with a perky ass; phoenix eyes and a mole on the tip of the nose; orange blossom-scented pheromones; fair, tender skin that reddens with the slightest pinch; and even when his eyes are full of tears, he's still cursing." President Lu counted on his fingers. "And when he looks at people through glasses like they're garbage—I fucking love it."

Shen Ranxin gave a derisive laugh. "President Lu, you're picky about clients even when you're selling yourself? That's terribly unprofessional."

"Depends on who it is." President Lu rubbed his fluffy head against Shen Ranxin's neck. "As long as it's the one in my arms, I'll provide any service. No charge, and I'll even pay extra."

Shen Ranxin rolled his eyes. Not intending to continue bantering