Service

It's one thing to have a bad attitude, but to have such poor service quality is another.

The voice was choked with sobs, the breaths rapid and labored, as if the person had lost their oxygen, their face flushed red.

Xing Yue was afraid that if he didn't soothe her, she might cry herself to death.

Even though Xing Yue's actions were anything but gentle, and in his anger he pinched her delicate skin until it was red and bruised, leaving her body covered in cuts and bruises, and the pain making her tremble, she still snuggled closer...

She turned around and snuggled into Xing Yue's arms, sobbing and hiccuping as she softly called Xing Yue name.

Without saying anything, he just whispered, his voice hoarse.

The floor was covered with fallen, ornate dresses and high-quality satin hair accessories. The only thing still on her was her pair of small high heels. Xing Yue, on the other hand, was fully dressed, though half of her white sleeves were wet...

She moved the location, and in the cramped house, on the only wooden chair with a backrest, she carried the person over, and the two sat facing each other.

Xing Yue casually tied up his long hair, took off his glasses with one hand, and used his other hand to grab the Bu Yao's head, pressing her down to kiss her, silencing her sobs, and biting and nibbling at her luscious, soft lips.

She raised her hand, the back of it gliding Bu Yao's cheek, her breathing heavy. "Fold it up for me."

Bu Yao sniffed, rolled up Xing Yue's sleeve with her small hand, folding it twice, revealing her fair wrist like a jade bamboo shoot, so sexy that it was impossible not to linger in one's gaze.

Her heart was pounding. Even when Xing Yue was doing something like this, he was so refined...

Outside the curtains, the sun was already high in the sky. Inside, the lights were off, and intermittent moans continued incessantly, day and night coexisting.

*

The drizzle and gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the thick darkness once again blanketed the sky.

A light drizzle started tonight, the rain wasn't heavy, but the temperature was cool. The orange-red snake tail curled up a corner of the blanket, covering Xing Yue up tightly.

She lay on top of Xing Yue, listening to his even, deep breathing. Her cracked fingertips traced the shape of his lips before her, and on the second trace, they silently slipped between his red lips...

She touched the Snake Tongue and felt the small wound gradually heal Bu Yao withdrawing her hand.

Forty-eight hours...

Xing Yue was exhausted in less than a day and slept even more soundly than she did.

Suddenly, the sound of a lock turning came from the door.

Bu Yao pulled the blanket up a little higher, and the person who opened the door was Bai Yulun.

It was already past working hours, Xing Yue hadn't answered his phone, replied to his messages, or even shown up. Bai Yulun assumed Xing Yue had fainted in the bathroom again, so just like last time, he brought Bo Wuxue to look for him. The two of them were carrying bags of clothes they had bought for Xing Yue at the mall.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and Bu Yao's fair shoulders were exposed on the bed.

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bai Yulun glanced at it, his face darkening, then turned and left.

Bo Wuxue, on the other hand, had a very expressive face. She glanced at her sleeping best friend, then at Bu Yao, whose neck and shoulders were Bu Yao. There was no doubt that last night's events had been intense. Her shocked expression had already acted out a whole movie.

How infuriating! She gave Xing Yue so many erotic toys, what reason does she have to believe that the person sleeping with her now is Xing Yue and not Bu Yao?

She was surprised and horrified. "You drugged A Yue?"

Bu Yao tossed her hair. "Is that possible?"

Impossible. The marks on Bu Yao's body clearly indicate that she was the one who was bullied.

Now Bo Wuxue couldn't even make amends for her best friend. She was furious. Xing Yue's image as the world's most masculine man in her heart had completely collapsed. His delicate and frail appearance was clearly that of a soft and gentle wife who was easily pushed over.

Hmph, this is what happens when you don't use little toys—you'll be exhausted!

Bo Wuxue went out, closing the door behind her.

The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder. The damp, stuffy air and the chaotic sound of the rain made Xing Yue's eyelashes flutter. She slowly opened her eyes and subconsciously reached for her phone on the bed. A snake's tail slithered into her palm, its misty Snake Scales brushing against her skin...

Xing Yue grasped it and put it aside. As soon as her hand left, the tail wrapped around her again and coiled into her arms.

She didn't have time to think about anything else. She found her phone and saw several missed calls and unread text messages. She was about to ask Bai Yulun for leave.

The message was all edited, and just as it was about to be sent, the snake's tail tip popped up, tapped on the phone screen, copied the text, and sent it to the contact labeled "Manager Jiang." The little flame then returned to the previous chat page and long-pressed to delete Bai Yulun's chat box.

After completing a series of actions, the tip of its tail rubbed against Xing Yue's hand again, becoming incredibly docile...

Xing Yue had just woken up, her mind still blank. She hesitated before asking, "Why hasn't Miss gone back yet?"

Her voice was languid as she casually tucked the tail she was holding under the blanket.

Bu Yao sat on the bed, her eyes still red from crying, and her voice was hoarse. Hearing Xing Yue's dismissal as soon as he woke up, she hugged the blanket and sulked, "Allergic reaction, can't wear clothes? What am I supposed to do?"

Upon hearing this, Xing Yue threw back the covers and grabbed Bu Yao's ankle, intending to confirm her intentions. Realizing what she was about to do, Bu Yao blushed crimson, pulled her foot back, and bent her knees tightly together.

"How am I supposed to know if you're lying if you don't let me see?" Xing Yue questioned. Besides, she wasn't wearing Finger Sleeves last night, so where would the allergen have come from?

Bu Yao bit her lip. "Even if it's not, can't you at least let me stay one night? Is that too much to ask?"

Xing Yue nodded. "Yes, that's outrageous. We have a business relationship. After the transaction, the debt will be reduced by 100,000, and you will leave my house. Out of humanitarian considerations, if Miss really has an allergic reaction, I will consider buying you medicine."

Even after their intense lovemaking last night, Xing Yue still wanted to send her away. Bu Yao kicked off the covers and insisted, "I just have an allergic reaction! It hurts a lot, and I can't wear my clothes. Even adult dolls have after-sales service. What gives you the right to 'consider' it? If it's just a bad attitude, fine, but you're going to let the quality of service go like this too?"

Xing Yue turned on the light, grabbed the flailing foot, and carefully examined the Bu Yao had mentioned as having an allergic reaction. "No allergy, just a minor injury."

She got up, got dressed, and before leaving, tossed out a remark. "Whether my service was good or not, this isn't the first time this young lady has experienced it. It's strange that she'd come back to me if she wasn't satisfied. It's really odd."

When her angry words were exposed, Bu Yao crawled into the blankets, hiding her tail inside as well, her body so hot it felt like it was steaming.

Xing Yue didn't leave for long. She bought some ointment at the pharmacy downstairs and returned in less than ten minutes. She pulled the woman up by the waist, held her firmly in her arms, pressed one leg against Bu Yao's knee to prevent her from moving, and began applying the ointment to the woman in her arms.

From this position, Bu Yao could clearly see Xing Yue applying the medicine to her by looking down...

Her back was stiff, and she seemed a little awkward.

The room fell silent again. After Xing Yue's hand left, Bu Yao quickly climbed down, curled up in the corner of the bed hugging her tail, and suddenly murmured, "Xing Yue, can I pursue you?"