Fake!all fake!

Nai Baozi pinched the room card, his face was flushed instantly, his eyes trembled slightly as if they were burned, and he suppressed his embarrassment and said, "The hotel...is that right?"

The benefactor thought it was interesting, and his bad nature was causing trouble. The more the person on the other end of the phone trembled, the more he wanted to bully him, and said, "Come here, and think about how to thank me."

Nai Baozi called a taxi, wore a hat and mask, pretended to be sick, and spoke in a hoarse voice, for fear of being recognized and causing trouble for the benefactor.

This time I swiped the door with the room card, and the room was brightly lit.

There was some movement inside, the sound of water.

The gold master is taking a bath.

Nai Baozi suddenly became fidgety, his neck turned red with embarrassment.

shame.

Looking forward to it again.

The gold master came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, carelessly rubbed his hair with a towel, and looked up to see Nai Baozi standing at the door.

Her fair face was flushed red, her eyes were slightly lowered and she didn't dare to look at him or move, she was obedient and silly.

When I called myself in this room yesterday, it was the same way.

The gold master sullenly said lazily, "What are you doing standing there? Stand guard for me?"

Nai Baozi moved two steps. Hearing the other party's voice, he seemed unhappy, and apologized in a murmur, "I'm sorry, I live far away, so I'm late."

The patron stared at him, thinking that if this well-behaved and sensible appearance of being bullied was staged, the film he invested in would probably make a lot of money.

Nai Baozi didn't hear the gold master's words, he was a little nervous, his voice was a little unsteady, and he tried to restrain himself and said, "Are you angry?"

The benefactor intentionally scares people: "I haven't waited for others, it's quite fresh."

Nai Baozi tugged at his sleeve, looked at the benefactor fawningly, and said, "Then scold me, don't be angry with me, okay?"

The benefactor threw the wet towel aside: "Is this an admission of punishment?"

"……recognize."

"Then tell me how I will punish you."

Nai Baozi heard the teasing in his tone, his face became even redder, he was about to bleed, and he said honestly with a big red face, "Any punishment...you can do it."

The benefactor's eyes darkened for a few minutes, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's take a bath."

He looked at the person in front of him like a rabbit who was even more frightened, and added viciously: "Clean up."

When Nai Baozi entered the bathroom, his hands and feet were almost on the same page.

It shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't bear to refuse this only connection.

When the milk bun came out, the patron had already got dressed, was playing with the remote control casually, and was watching TV dramas.

"Have you washed it?"

Nai Baozi couldn't breathe when he looked at the face of the gold master, nodded, stood there stupidly, and said "hmm".

The benefactor turned off the TV casually: "Then come here."

The milk bun rubbed over, sat down beside the gold master consciously, and looked at it with a blushing face: "I...I don't know how to do it myself."

The benefactor took a close look at him and asked, "I'm in such a rush to let me cover you, tell me now that you won't?"

The words were so straightforward that Nai Baozi's neck was red: "I didn't..."

The benefactor asked him indifferently: "Nothing? Didn't catch up? Tsk, tell me yourself, you have called me a few times."

"..."

Nai Baozi grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked at the benefactor pitifully.

The benefactor took off his slender legs from the coffee table and said, "You can follow me if you want, it's not that I can't support you, but you have to be obedient, understand?"