At M.L Hotel, one of the most favored hotels among domestic guests, luxurious and stylish decorations cater to the taste of locals.
In room 2818 on the twenty-eighth floor, Boss Tang has already taken his bath, his corpulent body wrapped in a white bathrobe, revealing his plump chest and chubby legs.
Sitting in an armchair with legs crossed, he taps his hands on the armrests, occasionally rolling up the bathrobe sleeves to glance at his diamond-studded wristwatch.
Just after eight o’clock, the doorbell of the room rings, Boss Tang springs up from the sofa, delightedly heading to answer the door.
"Honey, why are you only just arriving? I’ve missed you so much!"
Titus Zane hasn’t even entered the room when Boss Tang lunges forward to hug him tightly.
"Hey, what’s the rush? I haven’t even had dinner yet." Boss Tang is plump but not very tall, making it easy for Titus Zane to pull down his pudgy arms.
"Hehe, you see, I missed you," Boss Tang chuckled, pulling Titus Zane by the hand into the room and effortlessly locking the door behind them.
"Tease, I’m here now, am I not?" Titus Zane giggled, raising his hand to poke Boss Tang’s forehead, subtly scanning the entire room at the same time.
A standard presidential suite, the living room outside had a sofa, a coffee table with all the furnishings, and a decanter with red wine on the table.
"Come, honey, I ordered some steak but it might have gone cold, I’ll have the service send up two fresh ones," Boss Tang pulled Titus Zane to the sofa. Despite saying so, he sat opposite Titus Zane.
After a glance at the red wine and steak on the coffee table, Titus Zane gracefully sat down, placing his handbag beside him, "No need, the red wine is enough."
Stretching out his delicate hand, he poured wine from the decanter into two glasses, passing one to Boss Tang and keeping one for himself, Titus Zane raised his glass, "cheers!"
"Cheers!" Boss Tang clinked glasses with Titus Zane, and with a tilt of his head, he downed the glass of red wine in one go.
"You’re such a tease, why drink so quickly? It’s not romantic at all!" Titus Zane frowned and pouted playfully.
"Yes, yes, I lack sentiment, honey don’t be mad, let me pour again, pour again." As he spoke, Boss Tang poured himself another glass of red wine, then raised his glass, "Come on, honey, this time I promise I won’t gulp it down."
Titus Zane reluctantly clinked glasses with Boss Tang, not drinking but watching as Boss Tang took a sip.
Boss Tang took a sip and then proudly offered the almost full glass to Titus Zane, "How’s this?"
"Hmph, that’s more like it." Only then did Titus Zane lift the glass to his lips and took a small sip.
"Come on, honey, have some food." Boss Tang took a knife and fork, cut a piece of beef and offered it to Titus Zane. Suppressing his repugnance, Titus Zane smiled and opened his mouth, only to see Boss Tang popping the beef into his own mouth and then pouting his plump lips towards him.
After hesitating, he had to feign a smile, leaning forward to take the piece of beef from Boss Tang’s mouth.
"Honey, how does it taste?" Boss Tang smiled, his eyes squinting to slits, his thick tongue still licking around his plump lips.
Titus Zane slowly chewed, grabbing a napkin to wipe his lips, casting a resentful glance at Boss Tang, "You’re terrible!"
"Haha..." Boss Tang roared with laughter, but as he threw his head back, laughing, Titus Zane quickly spat the piece of beef onto the napkin and swiftly placed it down.
"Things got bad quickly, and it’s about to get worse."
With an implied meaning, Titus Zane picked up the wine glass, brought it to his lips, and took a gentle sip, "I’m ignoring you."
Mr. Tang stood up, walked over, and sat on the armrest of Titus Zane’s sofa, his chubby short legs also resting on it, and he pulled Titus Zane into his embrace.
"Honey, we’ve had our drinks and meal, now it’s time to get down to business."
"What’s the rush?" Titus Zane poked Mr. Tang’s chest. Mr. Tang, lecherous in laughter, tightened his plump hands around Titus Zane’s shoulders, "How can I not be anxious with a beauty in my arms!"
"I haven’t taken a shower yet."
"I don’t mind if you’re not in a hurry."
"But I mind myself." Titus Zane pretended to pout in disgust, seeing that Mr. Tang still wouldn’t let go, he quickly came up with a good suggestion.
"How about we take a mandarin duck bath together?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang’s small eyes lit up, and he playfully pinched Titus Zane’s nose, "You little tease!"
After saying that, he stood up, "Have some more food, I’ll go run the water."
Watching Mr. Tang walk into the inner suite, Titus Zane quickly grabbed a tissue, covering his lips, and started to retch.
This fat man, who knows how much he smoked or drank, his mouth is full of a sour and stinky odor, utterly disgusting.
After vomiting, Titus Zane quickly picked up his bag beside him, took out a white paper packet from it, opened it, poured the white powder into Mr. Tang’s wine glass, then poured red wine over it, and shook it vigorously.
"Honey, the water is ready!" Mr. Tang’s voice came from the suite, Titus Zane hurriedly put down his bag with a smile and replied, "Coming, Honey!"
Then, holding the two glasses of red wine, he headed towards the suite.
In the washroom, Mr. Tang had already taken off his bathrobe and stood there naked, the extra fat around his waist piled up like pork intestines, his stout short legs resembling two pork knuckles, thick and short.
Seeing Titus Zane arrive, Mr. Tang reached out to take the two wine glasses from his hands, still complaining, "Honey, why so slow, you’re killing me with the wait."
"What’s the rush," Titus Zane said smilingly as he turned around, avoiding Mr. Tang’s hand, leaning his back against Mr. Tang’s protruded belly, not only evading his gaze but also his hands, "I’m all yours tonight!"
"Alright, alright, no rush, no rush," Mr. Tang’s hands became restless.
"Oh!" Titus Zane feigned displeasure, "You just said, and now you’re being unromantic again."
"Alright, alright, romantic, romantic, come on, take off your clothes, it’ll be romantic if we bathe together." Mr. Tang responded perfunctorily, his hands already eager to strip Titus Zane’s jacket.
"You go lie down in the bathtub first, I’ll get the wine set and then join you." Titus Zane didn’t dodge, as his hands holding the wine glasses left Mr. Tang unable to strip off his outer jacket.
Mr. Tang obediently sat in the bathtub, hands braced on the ledge, eyeing eagerly as Titus Zane took off his jacket.
Titus Zane placed the wine glasses on the cabinet where the bath products were stored, slowly removed his jacket and placed it on top, his seductive eyes almost enchanting Mr. Tang.
Mr. Tang swallowed hard and reached out to Titus Zane, "Honey~"
That annoying tone almost made Titus Zane vomit.
After taking off the jacket, Titus Zane stopped there, walked over to Mr. Tang, and casually sat on the edge of the bathtub, her slender fingers scooping up some water, letting it flow back into the tub after scooping it, her eyes constantly electrifying Mr. Mang.