One day, on a whim, Li Ge took a fancy to his cousin’s personal assistant—Chen Shuo.
This assistant had outstanding looks, graduated from a prestigious university, and was good in every way, except he was naturally unsmiling, always wearing a funeral face, and was like a robot with a built-in repeat function.
Since Li Ge was the boss’s cousin, Chen Shuo was very respectful: “Hello, Mr. Li.”
Li Ge, with ill intentions, openly provoked: “Assistant Chen, with your frigid appearance, I bet you still have your first kiss, right?”
Later, Chen Shuo dropped the act: “Get lost.”
Li Ge immediately pounced like a hungry wolf: “Surnamed Chen, I advise you to honestly be with me.”
In order to win Chen Shuo over, Li Ge racked his brains to poach him, wracked his brains to pursue him, did everything in his power to set traps, and stayed up late watching palace dramas, only to end up capsizing in the gutter.
Rubbing his waist, he clutched Chen Shuo’s arm, his voice hoarse: “You were so excited last night you were practically a premature ejaculator, what are you pretending to be, some chaste and virtuous man?”
Chen Shuo clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hand prominent.
Li Ge looked directly at Chen Shuo, smiling triumphantly: “If you have the guts, kill me. If you don’t, then just wait to be fucked by me.”
One day, the husband and husband were snuggled on the sofa re-watching “Empresses in the Palace”.
Li Ge grew impatient: “Surrounded by a bunch of concubines all day, does he really think he’s the emperor? Believe it or not, I’ll smash the TV for you?”
Chen Shuo, eyes glued to the screen: “Don’t interrupt, twice tonight.”
Li Ge weighed the pros and cons and decisively changed his tune: “Good boy.”
