Wen Xuan, who had just finished exercising, disdainfully glanced at Feng Wanrou, who had been passed out for who knows how long, leaned against the nightstand, and lit a cigarette.
The eighth is coming up soon, and all of this will eventually end. If it weren't for the money, and if it weren't for the fear of offending Bai Qingzhu, he wouldn't have stuck with such an old woman until now.
Wen Xuan was in the prime of his youth, a time when his body was at its peak, but Feng Wanrou passed out halfway during their activity. Looking at her face full of wrinkles, if not for solving his physical needs, he couldn't have finished.
Really, there were so many times he had to hold back the urge to vomit. Even when serving those wealthy women at the nightclub, he never felt this way.
The phone rang, it was Li Huiqiao calling.
"Xuanxuan, have you finished with that old hag? I miss you so much."
