Chu Shenshu's face instantly turned gloomy as those words entered his heart. He said in a low voice that seemed cold, "You're my money boy though. No one else."
"Screw you!"
Ai Zhiyi struggled, but his hands were quickly held behind his back. Chu Shenshu gripped Ai Zhiyi's hands tightly as if his bones were crumbled, making Ai Zhiyi unable to move. Looked helpless.
Chu Shenshu pressed his face against Ai Zhiyi's cheek, making Ai Zhiyi's hairs tingle. Either he was frightened, amused, or disgusted. It felt like it made Ai Zhiyi want to spit.
A moment later, Chu Shenshu begged again, "Stay here. I won't do anything to you. I just want to talk to you for a moment. I promise to send you home." His voice was like a hum, but how he said it sounded very lewd—very similar to Chu Weixu when he flirted with him.
