The school grass's sales contract

That's right, my lord, I only have this trick left.

"Yuan Yan is so cute," I said against my conscience, "come out quickly."

"You are cute!"

Okay, I'll change my words: "Handsome Yuan Yan, we really have serious business looking for you."

"What the hell is there to touch around?"

I almost burst out laughing, touched it, thought about it, and really found it funny.

I patiently coaxed again: "Didn't we sign the contract? Now that I have figured it out, I am willing to serve you like a horse."

"What you said is true?" His voice trembled a little.

"I swear to God," I said firmly, "You don't have to ask for the conditions, as long as you are willing to come out and touch Yang Haoran."

"You made me suffer, I want you to lick my shoes," he said shamelessly.

Who did he think he was, calling the wind and the rain, playing monsters.

"Okay," I also blurted out, "If you can name it, I can do it."

"You really agreed?" He was dubious, even myself. "Don't go back on your word tomorrow and say that I forced you."

"No, no, it's all up to you, okay? Come on, hurry up and come out."

He emerged from the bushes as if nothing had happened, but to my surprise, Yang Haoran felt nothing at all when he touched him.

What went wrong?

The next day, I was captured by two of his strong men.

"Shoe licking, you said it yourself," he pointed at his feet, with a smirk unconsciously on the corner of his lips.

It seemed that he had waited a long time for this day.

"You tied my hands, how can I say anything?" I was struggling to die, just hoping that my death would not be too ugly.

He looked at me proudly, looked at me who was tied backhanded on the ground, and teased: "I just want to watch you lick like this, to show me your waist skills."

"..."

This guy, at Dou Da's age, is the rhythm that leads to the path of sadism that will never return?