President Husband, it's too sweet

Wen Yan quickly jumped up and walked to the mirror. The red marks on his fair and slender body were particularly obvious. There were strings of red marks on his neck, collarbone, chest, and waist, which made Wen Yan a little speechless. These— —The traces left by last night?This man is really powerful.

Wait, Wen Yan paused.

The butt doesn't seem to hurt at all. Doesn't it mean that the butt hurts even the first time?

Even if the technique is good, there will be discomfort.

Wen Yan turned his head to the mirror suspiciously, although there were two red teeth marks on the thighs.

But there was no trace of the place being destroyed.

So, nothing happened last night?Still——I recalled the appearance of the man who spent the night with him last night in my mind. He was very good-looking. Wen Yan had never seen such a good-looking man. Like his soul.

Wen Yan vaguely remembered that last night, when he drank too much, he saw that handsome man wearing a white shirt and trousers. He looked good, so he pestered him.

Thinking about it again, Wen Yan managed to remember that there seemed to be a tall man standing beside that handsome man.

Could it be that?

Wen Yan pondered for a while, and came to a conclusion: last night, he was drunk, met a senior duck who was picking up customers, pestered him, and finally fucked him?

"Are you awake?" The man's deep voice sounded from behind Wen Yan, as elegant as a cello.

Wen Yan turned his head stiffly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he almost forgot to breathe for a moment.

This man's figure is quite good, with broad shoulders and thin waist, well-proportioned muscles, white and smooth jade-like skin like finely grilled white porcelain, with water stains on his skin, perfect muscle lines, and thin waist wrapped around his body. She was wearing a clean white bath towel, and under the bath towel, a pair of slender and straight legs were even more eye-catching, even more beautiful than the model's figure.

If one were to rate this beautiful man in front of him, Wen Yan would definitely give him 101 points, which is one point more than the full score. That's because he is too perfect. Giving one more point is not afraid of his pride.

Wen Yan quickly withdrew his gaze and covered his face.

At this moment, his face was burning red, and he took another look, fearing that his nose would bleed, he couldn't help but want to run out by himself.These days, are the ducks so top-notch?

Senior Duck?

The man saw Wen Yan staring at him intently, with a smile on the corner of his pretty mouth.

"Does it look good?"

The deep voice seemed to be luring him in his ears, Wen Yan was refreshed instantly after being caught by his understated eyes.

The man's eyes followed the trend, and landed on his body, curled up his thin lips, smiled lightly, and looked at him with a half-smile.

The blush spread to the base of the ears, Wen Yan bent down, and quickly covered an important part of himself that was responsive.

Oops.

While wiping the water drops on the tip of his hair, the man asked, "Will you take a bath?"

"Ah."

Wen Yan felt that this beautiful man was probably transformed from a fox, and he was hooking his soul all the time.

Wen Yan smelled the faint fragrance wafting from his body again, faintly visible, Wen Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on indiscriminately, and hurried to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Wen Yanliang slapped his face with cold water, his mind was full of images of this strange man.

Yesterday, he slept with him, right?

Senior ducks have to pay for overnight stays, Wen Yan still understands this common sense.

When the phone was connected, Wen Yan asked in a low voice: "Da Tao, how much is a night for special services?"

"It's about a few thousand yuan if the quality is average." Da Tao on the other end of the phone was puzzled, "Why do you ask this question?"

"It's okay, I just asked casually, the quality is not ordinary, how do you count?"

"Why is it unusual?"

Wen Yan recalled last night that person was wearing a clean white shirt, straight trousers, with extraordinary demeanor, and that beautiful face made people feel an urge to miss Japan just by looking at it.

Wen Yan blushed, "I dare say he is the best to the extreme."

"If it's the best, it's terrible, hundreds of thousands to millions."

Hundreds of thousands to millions?The phone in Wen Yan's hand dropped.