Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

48-2

Cen Guixuan, like all martial artists in the world, has the ambition to defend his country. But now, this family is not worthy of his protection. The hands that he used to fight the enemy must be used to serve the mermaid.

Such a good minister was humiliated in such a way that even Xue Yu felt pity for him.

But when he thought of his own fate of being cut into a human stick and eaten by a dog, he stopped showing pity to others.

Xue Yu's eyes were watery, and he looked at Cen Guixuan with a look of hesitation. He pursed his lips and said in a tender voice, "It's been very strange these past few days. My shoulders are always sore. Can you help me rub them?"

As soon as these words came out, several male prostitutes came up to him flatteringly as if they had seen gold and silver treasures, and said, "Let us do this kind of work, and this guest can just rest nearby."

Who knew that Cen Guixuan frowned again and again, and when the man's hand was about to touch Xue Yu, he brushed it away with an unclear expression, and pressed his hand with thin calluses on Xue Yu's shoulder.

Very thin, very smooth, and as soft as fat.

Cen Guixuan pursed his lips and pressed down without thinking. Now he had no idea how to rub it, nor did he know how to treat this pampered soft flesh. Seeing that the man was about to come over again, he did not pause and started to pinch it without any method.

Use your actions to tell the male waiter that someone is already pinching you.

The shoulders aren't big, so two people aren't needed.

He really didn't know what to do. Xue Yu was being very generous by not screaming. He endured the man's hands kneading his two thin collarbones, feeling very uncomfortable. He scratched the table leather with his fingers patiently, then pointed at a male waiter and said, "...you come and teach him a lesson."

Cen Guixuan raised his eyelids slightly when he heard this. Even though his ten fingers were already red and his arms were shaking from years of martial arts practice, he still asked, "Isn't my kneading good enough?"

Why should he let others teach him?

Xue Yu was too embarrassed to say that it was indeed not good. He saw Cen Guixuan lowering his eyes in forbearance, thought about it, and did not insist on letting someone teach him.

No one spoke in the room. Several male waiters looked at each other silently, feeling that there was no place for them to perform their duties here. However, since the guest had not spoken, they could not leave on their own initiative.

The hand on the shoulder had been squeezing for a few cups of tea, trying to find the right degree so as not to hurt the delicate flesh. Cen Guixuan looked at the neck as white as jade at the lapel and felt Xue Yu's tense shoulders soften.

But it didn't seem to be because his technique had softened. Cen Guixuan seemed to have sensed something: "Xue Yu?"

After hearing this, the male waiters changed their expressions.

When Cen Guixuan saw them exchanging glances, he felt something was wrong, so he rolled up his sleeves and turned around to look.

Xue Yu didn't know when his temples turned red, his black pupils could no longer focus, his lips were as red as ripe pomegranates, and his whole body weight was on the hand that was holding the table. If this hand was removed, he would fall to the ground.

Cen Guixuan glanced at the wine on the table, then looked at the people who were looking at each other in confusion.

He knew very little about the affairs of the entertainment world, but now he understood that these male escorts saw that they were dressed in bright clothes and looked like high-ranking officials in the capital, so they wanted to let them experience pleasure and take the opportunity to make a fortune, so they used some tricks.