Chapter 2

The escort looked down at me, his gaze nonchalant as he asked in a cool, detached voice:

“Is this Song Xiaoyu’s room?”

Song Xiaoyu is my best friend.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Hm.”

He gave a slight nod in return and started to walk toward the other end of the couch.

“Wait.”

I called out to the handsome escort.

He lifted his eyes.

“What is it?”

I nervously patted the spot next to me.

“You should probably sit here.”

“?”

He looked at me, seemingly confused.

I explained gently, “A lot of people are coming soon. You’ll feel out of place sitting over there.”

“…”

Now, his expression became a little unreadable.

He looked me up and down, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Alright.”

After he sat down next to me, he didn’t try to make conversation. He just sat there, eating from the fruit platter while scrolling through his phone. His profile was sharp, exuding a natural sense of distance.

I got it.

This was the “cool god” persona.

But my friend had paid good money; he had a job to do, right? For instance, he shouldn’t just be eating himself. He should be feeding me a few pieces of fruit.

I timidly poked his arm.

“Um, I’d like some too.”

The escort paused, then pushed the fruit platter toward me.

“My apologies.”

“…”

I didn’t move. I just stared at his hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“What, don’t tell me you want me to feed you?”

I nodded sheepishly. “Mhm, is that okay?”

I figured I should at least experience this luxury service while we were alone. I wouldn’t have the guts to ask once the room was full of people.

The escort’s gaze instantly turned knowing, as if he were looking at some clumsy attempt to hit on him.

Then, he let out a short puff of air that sounded like a laugh.

“You’re different from the others who throw themselves at me. You’re Song Xiaoyu’s friend?”

“I am.”

“What’s your name?”

“Lin Ting.”

I was a bit confused. Do escorts need to run background checks on their clients these days?

“Didn’t she tell you who I am?”

“She did.”

“What did she say?”

I answered earnestly, “She said you were-”

Before the words “a top-tier male escort” could leave my lips, the door burst open with a wave of boisterous noise.

My bestie walked in with a group of people.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on us and lit up with surprise.

“Brother Xiao! I was waiting for you outside! How’d you get in here so early?”

I heard the “escort” beside me reply lazily:

“It was too noisy out there. Came in early to grab some fruit.”

He then added, “And I got to meet your friend.”

“She’s quite interesting.”

…

I sat there, dumbfounded, looking from my best friend to the man beside me.

My brain felt like it had just been launched into orbit.