"Do you have to be so fierce? Don't you want it?" the bodyguard said, pointing at Ouyang Shaohua.
Ouyang Shaohua was on the verge of tears.
"Bang!"
He threw himself at the door, crying a river, "Let me out, I don't want to be with these perverts, I'm straight, I don't want to be bent!"
"What's wrong with a change of taste once in a while? Try something completely new, you might totally fall for it after one try," Hao Jian chuckled.
"I won't try, I won't try, I only like women, I don't want to like men," Ouyang Shaohua wailed miserably, snotty and teary.
If touched by these men, he feared he would be scarred for life.
"Young master, come on," but before Ouyang Shaohua could finish, the bodyguards swarmed him and dragged him back.
"Help me!" Ouyang Shaohua screamed in agony.
The corners of Hao Jian's mouth revealed a devilish grin, and only then did he leave the doorway of the private room, satisfied.
