Even drunk, Li Shu caused no trouble, resting quietly in Pei Song'an's arms.
His soft, fluffy hair brushed Pei Song'an's lips. They used the same shampoo in their room, and though they had done nothing out of line, it seemed as if Li Shu already carried his scent from head to toe.
He had thought changing the little drunk's clothes would be hard work, but he had only just set him on the bed and turned away when he looked back to find Li Shu sitting perfectly upright. His round eyes were bewildered and watery, his hair slightly mussed. As he spoke, his lips parted slightly, offering glimpses of white teeth and a red tongue.
"Who are you?"
"Did Cheng Zhen actually order a male host? Handsome, you've got the wrong room. I didn't order you."
Pei Song'an found this funny. He checked the time; there was still time to pick up Zhaocai. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he teased him. "Isn't Cheng Zhen straight? Why would he order a male model?"
"Good point." Li Shu accepted this readily, but when Pei Song'an sat closer, he still instinctively shifted away and asked cautiously, "Mr. Model, you're so handsome. Your body's probably long since lost its purity, hasn't it?"
Pei Song'an: "?"
Li Xiaoshu, do you mainly rely on spur-of-the-moment impulses and courting death to guide your words and actions?
Yet Li Shu noticed nothing wrong, wearing an expression that said he understood it all. "That's how the service industry is. You probably run into difficult clients too, right? Don't feel embarrassed. There's no shame in working hard to make a living!"
Pei Song'an gritted his teeth a little.
But for now, he did not want to stoop to arguing with a little drunk.
"Thank you for being