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It was quite literally too late to take a step back and retreat. Yangyang had already paid in advance. He inhaled sharply, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his leather jacket. "...I need a fake boyfriend for two months." Yangyang declared, avoiding the other's gaze.
"Honey..." called Ten, voice smooth as silk it frankly felt dizzying. "I only sell sex services."
Yangyang jolted in response to Ten's thankfully somewhat indirect rejection. His lips parted, too stubborn to back down. Taking a tiny step forward, Yangyang blurts out his next words. "I'll pay double!"
Ten gorgeously tilted his head at the offer, raising a brow in utter amusement. "Only if you're willing to pay per week."