Tang Chen dragged his trembling legs as he aimlessly wandered the streets of Las Vegas. He was hungry and tired, but all he had was five hundred yuan in cash to make a room. He was broke, so he couldn't even buy a hot dog to satisfy his hunger.
Perhaps it was because he had just taken a bath, but Tang Chen's hair was still wet and hung down. The peach blossom eyes on his eyes were exceptionally bright, making his rosy face look especially pure and attractive … Not to mention the fact that Las Vegas was known for its sex culture in addition to its gambling industry, and even though Tang Chen walked the streets wrapped up in his clothes, several pairs of malicious eyes were still glaring at him.
Noticing how everyone was looking at him, Tang Chen couldn't help but pull his shirt's collar, hoping that the mark on his neck wouldn't be seen by others … Thinking about this, Tang Chen couldn't help but blush again. When he went into the bathroom in the morning to take a bath, he found traces of embarrassment all the way down from his neck to his thighs. The red spots were the size of a fingernail, causing him to almost think he was allergic. But then he thought about how the man had been constantly biting him the night before … No matter how slow Tang Chen was, he knew where those red spots came from. However, that man clearly looked very elegant and gentle, so why did he like to bite people?
"Chen!" "Chen!" Someone in the crowd suddenly waved at Tang Chen, and ran towards him while shouting: "Chen! I've finally found you! "
He ran into someone he knew in a foreign land. Although that person was a bodyguard of Zhang Quan who had just met last night, Tang Chen, who had been bullied for a whole night, suddenly burst into tears. Ignoring his awkward walking posture, he ran towards him: "Lee Hao!"
"Chen!" The young man called Lee Hao gave Tang Chen a bear hug as soon as they met. Tang Chen's waist was already sore and sore, but now that he was slapped so hard by Tang Chen, the pain almost made him choke.
"…"
"Chen, what happened to you? You don't look too good? " Lee Hao patted Tang Chen's chest for more than a minute and finally noticed the sweat on Tang Chen's face. He immediately became nervous: "They hit you? Tormented you? "I'll cut off your finger then …" As Lee Hao spoke, he pulled Tang Chen's hands and looked left and right. It was still as tender and white as a woman's hand. He did not imagine the terrifying scene of a missing finger or a broken palm.
"I'm fine." Afraid that Lee Hao would notice the abnormality of Tang Chen's body, he quickly retracted his hand and said with his red, drooping eyelids, "They didn't make things difficult for me …"
Although Lee Hao hadn't known Tang Chen for long, he was clear on the fact that Tang Chen didn't like to get too close to people. Therefore, when Tang Chen suddenly retracted his hand, he didn't feel that something was wrong. Instead, he felt his heart ache for his new colleague who had disappeared for the whole night: "Since you're fine, why don't you just go back?"
Tang Chen stuttered for a long time, but Lee Hao was unable to understand what he was saying, so he could only drag him over to eat.
"What did you say!" Lee Hao, who was drinking noodles in a Chinese restaurant, shouted the moment he heard Tang Chen say that he stayed in the room for the night, "Not only did that Boss Chu not do anything to you, he even opened a room for you to rest in?"