Jiang Yian didn't seem to care about our odd looks, but it appeared that he'd reached a point of not caring about anything anymore.
Soon, a row of handsome male servers walked in from outside, each one averaging a height of six feet, with not an ounce of excess flesh on them. There were sunny and handsome ones, gloomy and gentle ones, and also cheerful and lively ones—in short, there was every type you could imagine, and if you wanted to find one, you certainly could.
Jiang Yian looked around for a long time, walking back and forth among a few guys, but still wasn't satisfied, "No good, bring in another batch. Make them more muscular; these are too skinny."
I almost choked on my food, had he become addicted? The image of Jiang Yian being held down by a burly man, lost in pleasure, sent chills down my spine.
I had no sense of disgust toward homosexuality, it was just a matter of personal acceptance, and if it was true love, I'd still wish them well.
