Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Luo Shuwan was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red when he realized the meaning of his words.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, and said softly, "Yeah."

The soft little milky sound is like biting into a marshmallow, soft and sweet.

Fu Sichen stretched out his arms, and Luo Shuwan immediately held the ashtray and presented it to him.

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes, full of amusement.

A basic loose white t-shirt, straight-leg jeans that have turned white after washing, and old-style white canvas shoes with slightly yellowed plastic soles.

It was extremely inconsistent with the luxurious interior of the guest room. She stood there, standing out and glaring.

How did he get into the club with this shabby appearance?

Or did she dress like this on purpose to attract his attention?

Her delicate and fair face is still covered with baby fat, and she is bright and delicate, exuding youthfulness and childishness.

She had kept her head down since she came in, not daring to raise her eyes to look at him. Her face was flushed, and even her neck and ears were red.

The hand holding the ashtray was shaking slightly, the fingers were slender and the fingertips were slightly rough.

She doesn't look like a money-worshiping girl clinging to the powerful.

"How old are you?" Fu Sichen asked.

Luo Shuwan was so frightened by the sudden question that his delicate body trembled slightly.

She pursed her lips and said, "22, I will graduate from college soon."

"Who sent you?"

Luo Shuwan subconsciously clenched the ashtray, wondering whether he should reveal his mentor's name.

She remained silent, and Fu Sichen sent her another word, "Get out."

"Teacher Lou!" Luo Shuwan knelt down in front of him holding an ashtray, with tears in her eyes, and humbly begged, "Teacher Lou asked me to come. Please don't drive me away, let me stay here for one night."

Lou Chi?

Fu Sichen's hand gently caressed her cheek, raised her chin, and looked at her facial features carefully.

This childish face is even more stunning when seen up close!

When returning to the guest room, Lou Chi laughed at him for still being a virgin despite his age, and mysteriously said that he had prepared a big gift for him.

So, this little kitten was Lou Chi’s big gift to him?

"Is it clean?" Fu Sichen confirmed again.

"Well..." Luo Shuwan's face turned red with embarrassment, and he lowered his eyelashes and did not dare to look at him.

The thick and curled eyelashes trembled, casting a shadow on the fair face.

Fu Sichen held the cigarette butt and pressed it into the ashtray, "What benefits did he give you?"

Luo Shuwan put the ashtray back on the coffee table, opened the red wine, and raised his head while holding the bottle.

"Dun~dun~dun~"

After blowing in one breath, she raised her hand to wipe her mouth and gasped.

Fu Sichen looked at her quietly, the amusement in his eyes getting deeper.

"When it's done, I'll get a lot of money and a job opportunity."

After Luo Shuwan finished speaking, he slowly knelt between his spread legs and bravely put his hands on his legs.

Fu Sichen picked her up by the neck and put his big hands on her lower back.

The waist is so thin that it can’t be held easily.

Luo Shuwan sat on his lap cautiously, holding the hem of his T-shirt tightly with both hands, and lowered his head as if it was buried in his chest.

Fu Sichen gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist and joked in a casual voice, "Is this how you serve your benefactor?"

Luo Shuwan said like a mosquito, "I, I don't know how to..."

Fu Sichen pinched her chin and raised it, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Kissing, okay?"

Luo Shuwan was drunk, his eyes were blurred, and his youthful and childish look was a little charming.

It's pure and lustful, confusing people's minds.

Fu Sichen's Adam's apple rolled slightly as his dormant instinct was awakened.

As the alcohol got stronger, Luo Shuwan finally dared to look the benefactor in the face.

The sculpture-like facial features are extremely impactful and repel the hazy drunkenness.

She was timid again.

He lowered his head, picked at his fingers, and asked softly, "I, I want... to take a shower first, okay?"

The hand holding her waist moved away, she stood up as if she was electrocuted, turned around and ran away.

After just two steps, the sponsor's deep and hoarse voice sounded behind him, "Take off your clothes here."