“I told you to bring me a handsome man, so why is it an uncle now?”
Xie Zheng lifted her sparkling eyes to look at the person standing in front of her.
“He looks a bit old, but he’s still very handsome, isn’t he? Hey, Uncle, five hundred a night, okay?”
The man was so furious he nearly choked. He had merely been passing by, but Xie Zheng had grabbed him.
And she insisted on calling him a male escort. His pride had been trampled by a little girl like that.
In the hotel, two bodies entwined, immersed in what was called carnal desires.
It wasn’t until the next morning, when the sun was already up, that Xie Zheng woke up, clutching her head.
She felt the fatigue and aches all over her body.
“Oh, you’re awake? Where’s my money?”
He had a towel wrapped around his waist, a cigarette dangling from his hand, puffing out smoke. His posture was utterly at ease.
“Uncle…!Who are you?”
Xie Zheng looked at him, then glanced down at herself. Only then did she realize she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.
“Me? I’m your lover, kid.”
Mo Jingyu looked at her nonchalantly.
Vaguely, Xie Zheng seemed to recall something: images of her dragging a man in broad daylight, and even images of the two of them being intimate.
Her cheeks suddenly flushed red like chili peppers. She was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
She had just had a fight with her boyfriend and had gone to her cousin’s bar to drown her sorrows.
Who would have thought that after only three drinks, she couldn’t handle it? And her cousin had even tricked her, saying the drink had no alcohol.
Mo Jingyu’s voice was bewitching.
“Remembering something? So, last night was so passionate, and I still have energy. Want to go for another round?”
Mo Jingyu moved closer, pressing the girl against the wall. He only intended to scare her a little, but it seemed he was about to be captivated by her pretty face.
“Uncle, don’t do anything rash, let me go quickly. Otherwise, I’ll scream, just you watch.”
Hmph, who was the impulsive one?
Mo Jingyu recalled the scene of being tied to the bed last night and just wanted to strangle Xie Zheng.
Just then, his phone rang.
After finishing the call, he quickly left.
Before leaving, he didn’t forget to give her a photo.
“My gift to you. Don’t even think about running away.”
Curiously, she picked up the photo to look. Oh my god, the person in the picture was her.
And what was with that provocative pose? Damn it, he dared to take a sneak photo while she was fast asleep.
She angrily tore the photo into pieces, then threw them into the toilet and flushed.
She was absolutely fuming.
Seizing the moment when no one was around, Xie Zheng, as if grasping a lifesaver, immediately bolted out of there.
Before leaving, she realized this room was his. In that case, it wouldn’t be too late to trash the place before leaving.
She thought everything would end there. But no, she had rejoiced too soon.
A week later, Xie Zheng arrived at class in high spirits today, even though she was ten minutes late.
As soon as she stepped through the door, a bucket of cold water was unexpectedly poured over her.
“Hello, I am your new homeroom teacher, Mo Jingyu.”
Why was that hateful face appearing here again? Right in her class.
No way, the man standing at the podium in a pristine white shirt and black trousers was completely different from his ‘playboy’ style from the other day.
Xie Zheng involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat when she saw him look her way.
“Late, are we? It’s alright, today is my first day with this class, I’ll punish you later. Go to your seat.”
That day’s class proceeded with everyone in the class striving diligently, except for one person: Xie Zheng.
At the end of the session, she stayed behind to clean up before leaving. As she wiped the board, looking at the chalk lines Mặc Kinh Vũ had written, she couldn't help but curse.
"Dammit, why him? He's old, ugly, and on top of that, he has perverted tastes..."
"Am I that perverted?"
Tạ Tranh turned her head and immediately saw that he had been standing there for who knows how long. Her fragile heart was so startled it almost leaped out of her chest.
"I know you still have that photo. Delete it, and I'll pay you."
Mặc Kinh Vũ chuckled softly to himself. It wasn't easy for him to find such an adorable girl; how could he possibly give up so easily?
"I'm not in the mood to talk right now. Wait until I am."
Tạ Tranh took a deep breath, suppressing the furious anger boiling in her veins.
She gritted her teeth and asked.
"So when will you be in the mood?"
He put on a thoughtful expression, serious as if contemplating something very important.
Mặc Kinh Vũ looked at her, then leaned in close to Tạ Tranh's ear and whispered.
"When we're in bed."