3 A little warm

Zemin Yan didn't want to agree with this kind of staging, but as a strange man who was possibly a VIP client had already meddled, he thought it was good to give a little face to the client.

Of course, if Zhong Liang had known of the young waiter's thoughts, he would have laughed and thrown the young man aside. He wasn't a superhero to save everyone anywhere, let alone a person who didn't want help.

"I was going to pick up the key in the staff rooms, but this client wouldn't let me through," Zemin Yan said in a tone of complaint, her voice became as soft as silk and her plum blossom eyes became a little red.

Too bad Zemin Yan's course wasn't in the arts and he didn't intend to become an actor, because his acting was worthy of a new actor of the year!

Being the King of Cinema would have been very easy for Zemin Yan!

Zhong Liang was shocked in his heart at how the young man could represent such a pitiful scene, he felt amusing and curious, but he did not show in his expression.

Zhong Liang's dark eyes looked at the fat young man and his security guards, they felt that their souls would be destroyed due to pressure. The fat Young Man who was in the Wei family and who was spoiled until he was spoiled, he had never felt such strong pressure before.

"It was all this idiot's fault! I didn't know the young man was accompanied..." Young master Wei began with his voice full of feigned rage as he beat one of his bodyguards on the shoulder.

"Are you still talking?" Zhong Liang's voice was so icy that it made the men on the opposite side shiver. The dark, heavy eyes seemed to be looking at dead people, which generated even more fear in them.

"Oh, young master we have an appointment now..." one of the bodyguards began to speak both to diminish the oppression of the place, and to generate an excuse for the young master Wei not to lose his pride.

The young master Wei shook his head like a chick pecking at the corn, he said goodbye to everyone very amicably and quickly fled to the first floor, as if the devil was running after them.

"Won't you let me go?" Zemin Yan said with an indifferent tone, there was no longer the soft speech and coquet tone full of complaints from minutes ago.

"Not yet, they left very fast. They must have forgotten a few things and will come back with that excuse. We go to a private room and we will wait a while" Zhong Liang said very seriously, but by chance, his very rebellious fingers smoothed very smoothly the flexible waist of Zemin Yan.

Zemin Yan felt his face burn and wanted to argue, but he heard several people's footsteps coming from the stairs, so he could only agree for now with the plan of this VIP client who had the hands of a thief.

"Which room?" Zhong Liang asked very close to Zemin Yan's ear, which quickly turned red.

Zemin Yan's face was warm, he wanted to walk away, but he also had this inexplicable sense of excitement. For a moment he was slightly confused and answered nothing until he felt the hot breath approaching him even more.

"Room 20!" Zemin Yan hastily spoke of any number, which made Zhong Liang find the young man very cute.

"The second floor only has 15 rooms," said Zhong Liang very seriously, but the hand that was on the waist once again became the hands of a cunning thief and caressed the flexible waist of the young waiter.

"So room 15!" Zemin Yan said hastily holding the restless hand of this VIP client.

He had the impression that he came out of a hole to fall into a much deeper pit. Unfortunately, he wanted to be very unhappy with this situation, but he even felt quite excited.

Zhong Liang and Zemin Yan went to room 15 still hugging, which showed people who entered the hallway how intimate the two men were.

Really the people who had come back were the bodyguards of the young master Wei with a few more people who went to a VIP room. If Zemin Yan could see, he would even joke that he would like Zhong Liang to tell him the lottery number, because he hit very accurately about the behavior of young master Wei.

Of course, Zemin Yan didn't have time to waste on young master Wei, as he was now walking with a large wolf to a private room.

When the room closed, Zemin Yan was ready to scare away the client's shameless hand from the lounge, but he did not expect that as soon as the door was closed, he was pulled into a tight hug.

Zemin Yan felt that his heart looked like a big drum because he could hear the sound of his heart quite clearly, especially when Zhong Liang kissed his soft, fragrant neck.

"Hey!" Zemin Yan said shaking, only to have one of the man's unruly hands flattening his back and arriving in a dangerous zone. He quickly stopped moving arbitrarily.

"When you leave, you have to have some visible marks not to generate suspicion" Zhong Liang's voice was very serious, but because Zemin Yan felt his face warm-up and that person was not very reliable!

Zhong Liang did not make a plea and continued what he wanted, he kissed the other side of the neck, bit the soft skin, feeling the young man in his arms shudder and complain softly.

He raised his dark eyes and stared at light brown eyes like honey, which appeared to be trembling, biting his lips with his face flushed.

Zemin Yan was suddenly sucked and subdued by those dark eyes, his excitement rose to a thousand, he even felt hard down there.

Oh, he wanted a big hole to throw himself!

It was just a few superficial caresses and he was already hard down there!

He was a virgin, all right?

Zemin Yan's mind became a mess, which was awakened when her lips were suddenly pressed.

Zemin Yan already felt that the man in front of him was a little cold, his touches were a little chilly, but that person's mouth was definitely not cold!

Zemin Yan might as well be burning right now, but he didn't even want to fight, how pathetic was he being?

Zhong Liang gathered his lips, stroked them with his tongue, nibbled until the young waiter opened his mouth, so he mercilessly plundered the other's mouth. The young man very docilely wrapped the neck of Zhong Liang, who pulled him into an even tighter embrace.

Zhong Liang was cold all year long since he witnessed the death of his family, he has been in a permanent icy state whether mental or sentimental, his body was also colder than most people. It was as if he were a walking glacier, but the warmth of the young man's body was very warm and made him more greedy.

It was the greed not to let go anymore.

However, he knew he had to let go, because, in the end, they were still strangers.