The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 53: 053: Come on, let’s create (second update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Afterwards, the adviser began to offer schemes.

At ten o’clock at night, Jiang Zhi still hadn’t slept. He gave Qiao Nanchu a call, then left. Before leaving, he casually threw the empty milk can with teeth marks into the… safe box.

Xue Baoyi was still angry at Jiang Zhi for his ruthlessness. When Jiang Zhi entered the private room, he snorted, turned his head, and banged his wine glass loudly.

The private room had been cleared out, leaving only a few of their friends. Xue Bingxue sat on the side drinking juice, while Qiao Nanchu, sitting beside him, immediately poured himself the strongest liquor.

“What’s your deal? Still awake this late?”

Jiang Zhi lifted his eyes.

Ah Wan, who was with him, quickly drew two wet wipes and wiped down all the edges and corners of the sofa, finally laying a clean blanket on it.

Only then did Jiang Zhi sit down, speaking slowly and indifferently, “Get me a few men.”

Qiao Nanchu thought he had misheard: “What did you say?”

He repeated expressionlessly, “Call a few men over.”

Xue Baoyi sprang up like a carp, “Brother Zhi, are you running a fever?”

Jiang Zhi, sick and frail, nestled in, breathing slowly, his eyes half-closed, a delicate charm lingering in his features.

Xue Baoyi thought to himself, “It’s over, with this kind of looks playing with men, how many decent married men will he bend?”

No way, he needed to stay away! @@novelbin@@

Qiao Nanchu remained much calmer, putting down his glass, smiling roguishly as he eyed Jiang Zhi, “Do you want experienced ones or clean ones?”

Jiang Zhi nonchalantly remarked, “As long as they have nice eyes.”

Qiao Nanchu understood now, made a call, and gave succinct instructions.

Was he serious?!

Xue Baoyi felt a bit exasperated, “Brother Zhi, are you really not sick?”

Jiang Zhi had been bent for many years, having seen all types of “tops” and “bottoms” without ever messing around. How did he suddenly change? Could it be after playing with Zhou Xufang, he now felt the truth that male-on-male was true love and male-female was just for procreation?

At this moment, Xue Baoyi’s mood reflected that of a worried old mother. He reached out to touch Jiang Zhi’s forehead, only to have his hand slapped away, “Don’t touch me.”

Was he guarding his purity? Was this the male version of “men shouldn’t touch men”?

Steel-straight Xue Baoyi shivered, obediently sitting far away. He thought today’s Brother Zhi was too strange, but after reconsideration, he figured, “Well, it’s fine. Later, you can find a few who are good at serving people and have a taste first.”

In this room, the only one with proper principles was Xue Bingxue.

“You guys don’t do this, this is, this is,” Xue Bingxue’s face reddened, “this is prostitution.”

Xue Baoyi grabbed a blanket and tossed it, directly covering Xue Bingxue’s head, “You little chick, don’t look around!”

Xue Bingxue: “…” He wasn’t looking!

Just then, the door was pushed open from outside, and more than ten boys filed in, entering in a line.

Qiao Nanchu raised his chin, signaling Jiang Zhi, “Everyone’s here, pick.” He teased, “If you like several, you can take them all at once.”

These rich young masters had seen all types of play. In this Fusheng Inn, as long as you could afford it, there was nothing you couldn’t get. The young master of the Jiang Family wanted to play, so those brought in were top-notch goods.

Looks were just the surface; their aura and character mattered too, not just physical appearance. A dozen youths came in, each having their own unique appeal.

Jiang Zhi glanced casually, pointed to a cold-faced handsome guy, “You,” then to a delicate and graceful one, “and you, come here.”

Qiao Nanchu crossed his arms, smilingly watching the scene unfold.

“Mr. Jiang.”

The delicate and graceful boy called out timidly, truly fitting the description of clean, especially those eyes, like a deer’s, moist and innocent.

Jiang Zhi half-leaned on the sofa, lazily not moving, and ordered, “Come over and pour me a drink.”