Chapter 2

The towel was halfway undone when a hand pressed mine down.

“What are you doing?” He half-opened his eyes, voice low and husky, his gaze slightly tipsy.

My heart skipped a beat.

What am I doing, what…

Is he… shy?

“Do you want me to turn off the light?” I asked in a small voice.

He stared at me for half a minute.

Snap… I turned off the light.

Thinking of that devastatingly handsome face, I mustered my courage and kissed him on the cheek.

“How big are you?” He smiled and stopped my wandering hands, his magnetic voice drilling into my ears, tickling.

I froze for a moment, is he provoking me?

“E…” Shamelessly, I added several more cups.

“Heh…” He chuckled softly, then laughed so hard his body trembled, “Are you sure?”

Doubting me?

“At least a C…” I said with certainty.

He was silent for a while, then lazily said, “I meant… your age.”

How embarrassing…

“Twenty-six.” I said through gritted teeth.

“A bit… old.” He sighed, then let go of my hand, “With the light off I can barely accept it.”

Then he lay there, completely at my mercy.

You’re a paid companion, and you’re still picky about your employer? Unbelievable!

“Shut up.” Suddenly, I was filled with fighting spirit. Let’s see if I can’t make you cry.

As it turns out, young boys really do love to cry.

“Can I sleep now?” He asked me, eyes red, voice hoarse.

“Does it hurt?” I paused.

“Yeah.” He murmured, not daring to look at me, as if half his life had been taken away.

Thinking about how he’d dared to provoke me earlier, my competitive streak flared up. “Bear with it.”

I hurt too, but I won’t admit defeat.

…

“Can I sleep now?” He tugged at the blanket, his breath barely a whisper.

“Yes.” At this moment, I was like an eggplant hit by frost, completely deflated.

Rubbing my own waist, I hugged myself and sobbed: I just wanted my mom to give me a gift, but my mom wants me to lose my life.