You Are My Present And Future

Wen Xiangyang heard the voice and suddenly looked up. The moment he saw Mu Lingqian standing in front of him, his face was struck with panic as he said, "Handsome, did I forget to close the door when I was showering just now?"

Wen Xiangyang's makeup was completely removed, revealing a small, palm-sized face that was pure and clean. On closer inspection, you could see two dimples embedded due to his speaking—a very pure and young-looking girl.

Such a Wen Xiangyang was much more pleasing to Mu Lingqian's eyes.

Mu Lingqian averted his gaze, walked over to Wen Xiangyang, and helped her up from the ground. His voice was as indifferent as ever, "If you want to back out, it's still not too late."

"Who said I want to back out? I won't regret it!" Wen Xiangyang stubbornly retorted. Regret it and go back to marry some old codger? No way!

Having heard this, Mu Lingqian slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it aside, followed by his black shirt.

Wen Xiangyang swallowed when she saw the increasingly exposed collarbone and the bronze skin on Mu Lingqian's body. The man's physique was really good, even better than what she had seen on the poster.

Soon, Mu Lingqian's upper body was bare, revealing his perfect figure to Wen Xiangyang. His gaze fell upon her as he bent down and slipped off his trousers.

Wen Xiangyang felt like her nose was about to start bleeding. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at the man standing in front of her.

But the man in front of her reached out, lifting her chin. She blinked, and a soft kiss had already landed at the edge of her lips, his voice smooth like rich, aged wine, "If you're nervous, there's red wine in the nightstand outside."

Wen Xiangyang had already been drinking when she arrived, and her recent craziness was the result of the alcohol. She was like that; after drinking, not only could she let loose, but she could also get very high. Hearing his suggestion, she nodded dumbly.

Mu Lingqian looked at her dazed appearance, and a flame flickered in the depths of his eyes. He nibbled gently on her lips twice, took off the last piece of clothing from his body, and turned on the shower.

Seeing this, Wen Xiangyang, her face flushed bright red, ran out of the bathroom as if escaping, her heart still wildly pounding. Her first kiss—was it just gone like that?

His buttocks looked so firm, so perky, so elastic.

Ah, but his lips were just like him; they had no warmth at all. Seeing his cold and indifferent demeanor, accepting her as a client must have felt quite forced.

Wen Xiangyang sighed, walked over to the bed, and opened the nightstand, indeed finding a bottle of red wine. She didn't know much about wine, only that it was, indeed, alcohol.

She poured herself a cup as if it were beer and gulped it down her throat. The taste was really not that great.

By the time Mu Lingqian finished showering and came out, Wen Xiangyang was already half-drunk, sprawled on the bed with rosy cheeks. Seeing Mu Lingqian, she giggled and crawled up from the bed, lunging into his arms. One hand mischievously snaked inside his bathrobe as she laughed foolishly, "Handsome, you are really good-looking."

Mu Lingqian looked at the person in front of him, even more intoxicated than before, and his eyes darkened. He pulled her hand off his body, her mouth red, eyes watery, and cheeks flushed, looking incredibly tempting.

He felt a slight tension in his lower abdomen but still pulled her up to the bed, "Get some good sleep." After saying that, he turned around intending to leave, but his hand was caught by a soft, boneless little hand.