The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Two slender feet were pressed against the window of the Dodge Viper. On the fair skin of the insteps, blue veins were prominently raised, perhaps due to tension.

Yu Yanshuang held his own knees as a large hand gripped his weak ankles, pressing down so hard that the flesh of his calves squeezed against his cheeks, making it impossible for him to close his mouth.

Sain asked coldly, “Do you know what you shouldn’t do?”

“I won’t go to the casino, I won’t go to bars to look at men, and I won’t share a room with Garcia… Sain… Sain, I don’t want to be like this, it’s very uncomfortable, stop bullying me,” Yu Yanshuang hurried to promise, pleading as his voice trailed off into a sob.

Sain did not soften because of the sobbing; he remained efficient and decisive in his movements, his grey eyes staring icily at Yu Yanshuang.

What annoyed him was that the first time Yu Yanshuang wanted to go out and have fun, the first person he thought of wasn’t Sain. Or perhaps it was that a rare moment of tenderness had been punctured by that fake flattery, leaving Sain angry at facing Yu Yanshuang’s heartless nature.

Yu Yanshuang could barely hold onto himself; his palms instinctively slipped a bit.

Sain immediately grabbed his hand and said coldly, “Hold tight.”

Yu Yanshuang turned his face away, biting his lip. His head bumped against the door handle several times, and his nose felt a bit prickly with tears.

“Remember what you said—if you fail to do it…”

“You’ll punish me, I know!”

Yu Yanshuang even beat him to the answer. Perhaps because he felt so humiliated, he kept his eyes closed, refusing to open them again, his eyes turning red.

Sain had only bullied Yu Yanshuang for a moment, and the stifled fire in his heart hadn’t been fully vented yet, but seeing Yu Yanshuang looking like he was on the verge of crying made him involuntarily soften. He pulled the man into his arms.

Even while sitting, Sain’s head almost touched the car roof, let alone Yu Yanshuang who was on top of him.

“Yu, are you intentionally making your eyes so red just to make me feel sorry for you?” He pinched Yu Yanshuang’s cheek and murmured, “Ich will dich richtig brutal ficken.”

Yu Yanshuang felt like he had heard words like this before and asked through teary eyes, “What does that mean?”

He used to be able to secretly curse Sain in Chinese, but now that he knew Sain spoke Chinese, he couldn’t do it anymore and could only curse him in his heart. Could Sain be doing this on purpose too?

Sain gave a light chuckle and intentionally gave Yu Yanshuang a jolt. “It means you are very beautiful.”

Afraid of hitting his head, Yu Yanshuang kept his hand over the top of his head. He looked at Sain with a face full of suspicion, clearly not believing him.

Sain laughed low, pulling Yu Yanshuang’s arms to wrap around his neck. He raised a hand to protect the top of Yu Yanshuang’s head, stroking the fluffy tiger hat. His heart seemed to soften a bit more, yet his actions became even more cold and ruthless.

Yu Yanshuang suddenly wanted to go to Las Vegas—how could Sain not guess why? Could he be thinking of some way to dump him?

Just moments ago, Sain had actually believed Yu Yanshuang would stay this well-behaved.

Sain pinched Yu Yanshuang’s chin. “Cancel the flight and hotel bookings. Take my plane instead. I have an apartment and cars at the Las Vegas Strip; don’t rent from third parties.”

Yu Yanshuang’s vision was blurry, and he could hardly hear what Sain was saying anymore; he just responded haphazardly.

Seeing Yu Yanshuang agree, Sain gave him another gentle kiss. His grey eyes watched Yu Yanshuang’s flushed cheeks and the damp corners of his eyes. Yu Yanshuang’s eyelashes trembled, but he still refused to open his eyes to look at him.

“Look at me, Yu,” Sain pressed the back of Yu Yanshuang’s head, bringing him closer.

Yu Yanshuang turned his face away, still refusing to open his eyes. Perhaps because his threshold was too low, he let out a small whimper.

The two were at a stalemate for a long time. Sain was being bold and broad in his movements to make Yu Yanshuang yield, but Yu Yanshuang simply wouldn’t open his eyes.

Sain eventually let Yu Yanshuang go, letting him hug him and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

Yu Yanshuang rarely got to hug Sain like this because Sain seemed to especially love staring at him and observing his facial expressions.

With the back of his head still pressed by Sain’s palm, Yu Yanshuang finally couldn’t help but cry.

It was from pleasure.

Sain seemed to have added very good shock absorbers to the Dodge Viper’s chassis. When the car body swayed, it would bounce back due to the force.

Yu Yanshuang looked at the plants swaying in the dark night outside the window. He was probably becoming more and more decadent. This was in the wild, and in a car.

Hearing the sobbing, Sain could only feel Yu Yanshuang’s wet cheeks as he buried himself in his neck.

He comforted him while moving, “Don’t cry, my baby.”

His voice was deep and magnetic; every time Yu Yanshuang heard Sain speak like that, it felt like a cinematic voice echoing in his ear. It made Yu Yanshuang feel inexplicably more aggrieved, and he unconsciously leaned his cheek into Sain’s palm, gradually letting the hand cover his entire face.

“Sain, delete that video, okay?” Yu Yanshuang asked very aggrievedly.

Sain didn’t speak, but instead pressed the person closer into his embrace.

…

When Yu Yanshuang returned to the dormitory, he was still confused.

Clearly Sain had let him off, so why did he end up pinning him down in the car and finishing him off anyway? Could it be that Sain was angry because he didn’t take him along to play?

Even staying together all the time gets tiring. Why isn’t he tired of me yet? I’m almost tired to death!

Yu Yanshuang also heard Sain’s phone vibrating constantly; obviously, he was very busy himself.

The tiger hat was taken away by Sain because it couldn’t be used anymore—it had been used as a rag to wipe things. Yu Yanshuang refused to use it again out of disgust, and Sain said he would throw it away.

Garcia had already packed his luggage. Perhaps because they had become more familiar over the past two days, he teased, “Went to study math again last night?”

In the past, it was impossible for him to go shopping with Yu Yanshuang. Why did it feel more and more like they were sisters? After teasing, Garcia felt something was a bit off.

Yu Yanshuang sat gently on the edge of the bed and let out a long sigh. He hadn’t slept well all night; he felt like he had been tossed in a wok over high heat, and even his stomach felt a bit uncomfortable.

Since meeting Sain, although the place where he slept was quiet, it was too noisy before sleeping. Yu Yanshuang actually started to miss the dormitory with its poor soundproofing.

“No, I went to work undercover as a tiger,” Yu Yanshuang said gloomily.

Then, he remembered: “Garcia, cancel the car, hotel, and flight you booked. Sain said he has cars and an apartment there, and we’ll take his plane.”

“What? Sain’s plane? Sain’s car?” Garcia raised his eyebrows excitedly. “Holy crap… I’m actually going to travel like a rich person for once. Even if I can’t fly a plane, Sain must have luxury cars. I happen to have a driver’s license, so we can take turns driving.”

Yu Yanshuang nodded.

When he woke up in the hotel this morning, Sain reminded him again of what he had promised in the car last night. At that time, who could have clearly heard what Sain was saying?

The dense waves of pleasure had almost turned his brain into mush. Yu Yanshuang felt this was too terrifying—what if he was tricked into signing some sort of deed of sale during such a time?

Yu Yanshuang pulled out a travel bag and started packing while responding, “Let’s go. I need to catch up on some sleep on the plane.”

…

On the private jet, Garcia changed into the silk robe he brought, applied a face mask, and crossed his legs. He nestled into a seat even more comfortable than first class, taking selfies.

In just the short time he had been on the plane, the number of photos in his phone gallery had doubled. Garcia couldn’t help but think that Sain was already this good to Yu Yanshuang before even fully winning him over—better than any “sugar daddy” he knew of.

Could Sain really accept Yu Yanshuang going out to play like this…

When Yu Yanshuang came out after changing his clothes, Garcia was almost stunned.

A black jacket studded with sparkling diamonds, paired with a V-neck sweater and pure black wide-leg jeans. His somewhat long hair was styled, finally revealing his entire exquisite face.

Lean, sharp, and handsome.

This outfit toned down the slightly feminine features of Yu Yanshuang’s face, making him look cool and stylish.

“Really?” Yu Yanshuang’s lips curled up. “Your turn. Wait, take a photo of me later too, I want to post it on my Moments.”

Garcia smiled and agreed. “But Yu, Sain really is quite good to you. I didn’t expect him to hire a stylist and provide so many clothes.”

In his heart, he added: It’s like he’s dressing up his own child to look pretty before sending them out to play.

Yu Yanshuang frowned. “He’s not good. You’re on my side!”

Garcia couldn’t help but think that perhaps Yu Yanshuang had earned this himself, but Yu Yanshuang definitely wouldn’t say—he never liked to talk about anything.

Yu Yanshuang actually felt it was strange too.

Buying Yu Chenzhou’s car so coincidentally, even providing a stylist on the plane and a director who was currently making a Las Vegas travel itinerary for them. They hadn’t originally planned on sightseeing.

Yu Yanshuang stared at his phone in silence. Actually, he should probably say thank you now, right?

Garcia did remind him: “Don’t forget to go and say thank you properly. You’ve been pleasing him for so long, this one more time won’t hurt.”

Yu Yanshuang’s fingers moved as he sent a message to Sain.

Upon receiving the message, Sain was packing his luggage. His assistant had just mentioned a business deal in Las Vegas, which would provide a perfect excuse to catch a certain little guy who wanted to run away.

Beside him, the assistant was racking his brains to postpone today’s meetings and move the day-after-tomorrow’s Las Vegas trip forward.

Sain looked down at Yu Yanshuang’s message. The last line was: Sain-gege (Big Brother Sain).

It easily reminded Sain of being in the car, when Yu Yanshuang was dizzy from the impacts, the tiger ears on the hat shaking violently, and his voice would be especially sweet when calling him that.

Looking at Yu Yanshuang’s background file, ever since the Yu family discovered he wasn’t their biological child, the suppression had become even more severe. Every time the family went out, they would dress Yu Chenzhou very decently but deliberately let Yu Yanshuang wear drab, grey clothes.

So, in the photos of Yu Yanshuang after the age of fourteen, he was always in dull, ill-fitting clothes.

Since he was going out to play, he might as well leave behind some beautiful photos.

Sain sent a reminder: I had a chef who makes burgers brought on board. Did you eat the Big Mac yet?

Yu Yanshuang felt another sense of weirdness. He used to really want to eat those.

Clearly, Yu Chenzhou had eaten burgers too, but his foster mother would be very strict and not let him eat them, saying they were bad for his health while letting him watch Yu Chenzhou eat them with great relish. Of course, Yu Chenzhou would secretly buy them for him at night, but Yu Yanshuang didn’t want them anymore.

[The chef’s salary is very high; it would be a waste not to eat.]

Seeing Sain’s new message, Yu Yanshuang hesitated for a moment. Fine. He called the flight attendant: “I want to eat that Big Mac burger.”

The attendant reminded him: “No problem. You can customize it. Is there anything you don’t want?”

“Then swap the Angus beef patty for a Filet Mignon. It has to be three times bigger than the one in the ads,” Yu Yanshuang thought for a bit and decided. “And no tomatoes.”

When Garcia also changed into a new outfit, he was like a peacock spreading its tail, admiring himself in the mirrors at every corner.

“I have to take photos to make my friends jealous,” Garcia leaned against a bottle of ’82 Lafite and took another selfie.

Yu Yanshuang suddenly noticed Garcia’s face was clean and asked curiously, “Garcia, where are your lip ring and earrings? Why aren’t you wearing makeup?”

Garcia smiled and sat back down. “Rodney made me get the tongue piercing. the one before him made me get a navel piercing, and the one before that made me get a nose piercing. Yu, actually, I don’t love these things.”

Yu Yanshuang was surprised. Why would gay men like to get these? Especially a tongue piercing—if you kiss, wouldn’t that kind of diamond-studded tongue ring actually hurt the other person during a real kiss?

He also voiced his confusion.

Garcia couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t understand the ‘wonders’ of a tongue piercing.”

Yu Yanshuang frowned slightly, looking a bit scared. He certainly didn’t want that. Luckily Sain wasn’t that perverted. He just loved sex a bit too much.

It seemed he hadn’t seen Rodney lately; he should tell Sain to stay away from Rodney to avoid learning any bad tricks to use on him. He didn’t want so many holes poked in his body.

Seeing Yu Yanshuang’s confusion, Garcia explained, “Because for them, making someone obediently harm their own body is the best way to reflect the power and wealth in their hands.”

He asked curiously, “Has Sain ever harmed you?”

Yu Yanshuang thought of the place that was still swollen and immediately made a fist. “Of course!”

Who keeps kissing those two spots? He’s not a girl.

“Can I ask how he harmed you?” Garcia was truly curious. Yu Yanshuang’s expression made it look like the “harm” was different from what he imagined.

Of course, Yu Yanshuang wouldn’t say. He stammered and changed the subject.

“Garcia, tonight let’s sneak off to Magic Mike, okay?” Yu Yanshuang lowered his voice.

Garcia was puzzled. “It’s all men there, what are you going to see…”

Precisely because it was all men, and Sain wouldn’t let him go! So Yu Yanshuang was curious about what was so bad about going there.

Looking at Yu Yanshuang’s expectant eyes, Garcia couldn’t refuse. He added, “It’s on me. Don’t use your card.”

In case Yu Yanshuang went to see hunk performers, what if Sain misunderstood and thought Yu Yanshuang had been “turned”?

…

It was already dark when they arrived in Las Vegas. The lights of the city that never sleeps were bright everywhere, and light pollution was severe.

The oncoming cold wind made Yu Yanshuang withdraw his gaze from the busy and prosperous night view, wrapping his scarf tightly around himself.

He had originally thought his four years of university life would just be spent obediently at the University of Chicago, moving between three points in a line. He didn’t expect he could actually come out to play!

And he was driving a flashy sports car, wearing designer clothes and a watch. At this moment, he truly felt like a rich young master studying in the US.

That’s how those wealthy international students lived. They would see all the sights abroad and eat all the delicacies, here to experience a different kind of life.

Looking at those photos back then, Yu Yanshuang would be a bit envious; his own dull life moving between three points seemed so pathetic. And as soon as Yu Yanshuang entered the school, he was pointed at by those international students who knew him; he had seen all those chat groups where they ridiculed him.

Those students didn’t know he had actually used a burner account to enter the groups and see what everyone was saying about him.

It was also because they ridiculed him and then started praising how handsome and gentlemanly Sain was, how rich his family was, and how powerful he was in the US—all wanting to get to know Sain—that Yu Yanshuang learned the man who didn’t help him with his suitcase was named Sain.

So, Yu Yanshuang became single-mindedly determined to catch some dirt on Sain. If everyone knew Sain was hypocritical, if he could knock Sain off his pedestal, if he could shatter Sain’s condescending demeanor, would Sain be as miserable as him?

Now he did have huge dirt on Sain, but it was also Yu Yanshuang’s dirt. He didn’t want to be pointed at by others along with Sain.

But at least making this group of students who really wanted to know Sain feel envious of him was good too.

Yu Yanshuang stood at the entrance of a bar, leaning against Sain’s Aston Martin. He took a selfie, casually revealing the car keys in his hand and that Patek Philippe watch of Sain’s that had been gathering dust.

After he took a few more photos of the Las Vegas night view tonight, he could put together a nine-photo grid and post it to his Moments. How could he make that group of students see it? Yu Yanshuang stroked his chin.

Oh dear, some of the students he knew—he had deleted them from WeChat too early!

It seemed he could only use his “blonde beauty” Discord account to accidentally reveal that Sain had given his car to Yu Yanshuang to drive. Then he’d screenshot it and drop it into the Discord group chat.

The corners of Yu Yanshuang’s mouth slowly curled up. He could also see if he could sell the study notes Sain made for some money. Seize every cent!

Garcia came out from inside the doors at this point. “Yu, you can’t get in without a reservation. The earliest available is a week from now…”

“Alright, then we’ll come back after making a reservation next time.” Both Yu Yanshuang and Garcia looked longingly inside, listening to the lively music—the heavy beats felt like they were thumping right into their hearts.

“Next time then,” Garcia said regretfully.

The two walked toward the underground parking lot. Garcia asked, “So, proceed according to plan?”

Yu Yanshuang nodded. He said uncertainly, “Sain said the black card has no limit. If I take out several million US dollars, will I get arrested?”

“Wait, no limit?” Garcia was amazed once again. Did Yu Yanshuang and Sain really do nothing? If Sain gave a card like this just for kissing Yu Yanshuang, he was way too generous.

This wasn’t being kept; this was raising a wife.

Giving a favorite luxury watch to Yu Yanshuang, giving the plane directly to him for a trip, knowing a long-distance trip would be more comfortable, and giving a black card with no limit… Not to mention those stylists and the tour guide arrangements…

Garcia suddenly started to hesitate. Would Sain really get tired of Yu Yanshuang for doing these things? If a little plaything picked up bad habits, a master who didn’t care much would just toss them away. But if Yu Yanshuang wasn’t just an ordinary plaything to Sain, then…

What would Sain do then? He didn’t understand either; he had never been in a proper relationship. Would he be like Zoe’s father disciplining Zoe? If Sain knew Yu Yanshuang had picked up bad habits, he would discipline him severely but wouldn’t give up on him—then Yu Yanshuang would be in real trouble.

Yu Yanshuang was still waving at Garcia. “Get in the car, let’s go. We’re heading off to exchange the money.”

Garcia couldn’t help but confirm: “Yu, do you think Sain is usually good to you?”

Yu Yanshuang immediately said, “Not good.”

He always hurt him, always wanted to see him humiliated, and never listened to anything he said; when he wanted to do it, he absolutely had to do it. He did it when he was unhappy, and he did it when he was happy. Not good at all.

Garcia thought he was losing his mind. Of course Yu Yanshuang would think it’s not good—Sain had forced a kiss on him, right?

He tried to explain: “For example, when my sugar daddies and I were together, when we went out to play, perhaps at the dinner table, I was the object of their amusement. For example, in sex, they wouldn’t care about my feelings at all, I…”

“Garcia, Garcia, stop talking,” Yu Yanshuang interrupted.

Garcia suddenly realized that Yu Yanshuang didn’t like hearing about gay men’s business in bed. He had been too anxious just now, thinking about confirming how Sain treated Yu Yanshuang. So he had subconsciously said a bit too much. He felt a bit embarrassed.

Yu Yanshuang felt a bit sorry for him and took a quick glance at Garcia before pretending to look at the scenery elsewhere. Was he being too mean? Because he was annoyed that Garcia had been a spy, he kept asking Garcia how to dump a sugar daddy. It felt like Garcia was showing him his wounds.

If he were being used as amusement at a dinner table, if Sain did that, Yu Yanshuang would definitely flip the table. Better to tell Garcia not to look for sugar daddies anymore. Garcia was short on money, and right now he had Sain’s money.

Yu Yanshuang said, “Garcia, why don’t you be my advisor instead? The goal is: make Sain stop wanting to be friends with me. I’ll pay your salary, using Sain’s black card to get the cash for you.” He added, “During this time, don’t go on dates. Just help me out, okay?”

Garcia widened his eyes, not quite understanding why Yu Yanshuang suddenly brought this up. He had his own selfish reasons for wanting Yu Yanshuang and Sain to separate. And he’d get paid…

Garcia first said, “Yu, then do you think Sain is being sincere in being friends with you? Has he ever used you for amusement, deceived you, or even suppressed you?”

Yu Yanshuang frowned, not understanding why Garcia was so persistent about this.

Of course he had used him for amusement—that time he wet Sain’s bed, Sain’s expression had been happy the whole time.

Of course he had deceived him—pretending not to understand Chinese, and that strange language must be German; it definitely wasn’t praising him for being beautiful.

And of course he had suppressed him! He had hit his butt hard! Pressed him so he couldn’t breathe!

Yu Yanshuang got angry just thinking about it. “Of course not! He’s super detestable! He’s done all of those!”

As for the times Sain had served him and made him happy, Yu Yanshuang turned his head and forgot all about them.

Garcia felt he had encountered a very tricky problem. How could Sain look so good but sound so bad? Could it be that rich people are all the same—inherently bad? Is Sain just so rich that he simply doesn’t mind giving the things he likes to the little pet he’s raising?

If it was just pure generosity, Garcia was certain his plan was right.

So Garcia gestured to get in the car, looking like he was determined to stand up for Yu Yanshuang. “Let’s go. Off to exchange the money. Let’s see if we can max out that no-limit black card!”

…

By the time Garcia drove to the Las Vegas Strip, it was only after 7 o’clock.

Yu Yanshuang and Garcia planned to finish exchanging for chips and then go ride the famous Ferris wheel recommended by the director. Tomorrow they would visit the Bellagio and then go see the Sphere. For tonight’s dinner, Garcia planned to have Yu Yanshuang try the various buffets in the casinos; they were delicious.

Yu Yanshuang originally wanted to travel from Yunnan all the way along the southern part of China after high school graduation to Macau. He was actually looking forward to Macau. Even though he wasn’t in Macau now, he had made it here, in a way.

Coming out of the underground parking lot, he could see the massive off-white building of the Venetian Hotel from afar, illuminated by golden lights—extravagant, luxurious, and brilliant.

Garcia introduced, “I came here once with a sugar daddy. He gave me a pile of chips. I didn’t want to spend money in such a speculative place, so I found a way to exchange them for cash. That Mexican guy takes a 10% cut, but since it’s not my own money anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

The two entered the casino doors. Garcia led Yu Yanshuang toward a side door. People were coming and going, and Yu Yanshuang was a bit nervous. He hadn’t done much of this kind of thing before, and the ending of the book always made him feel anxious. And for some reason, he felt like someone was watching him. Could someone suddenly come to rob them? Yu Yanshuang looked around cautiously.

Garcia couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be afraid. There are security teams here; no one dares to make trouble.”

They pushed open the side door and entered the employee corridor; it suddenly became much quieter.

“Mike,” Garcia called out the name while looking into the breakrooms.

Finally, in a room where many Mexicans were eating, they found the Mike Garcia spoke of.

Yu Yanshuang rubbed his nose. He had thought it would be like in the movies—a burly man covered in tattoos. Instead, he looked like a chubby, cute uncle.

Mike gulped down the rest of his food and stood up with a key. “Follow me.”

He took a calculator and led Garcia and Yu Yanshuang into an empty breakroom, calculating as he spoke: “Today you can exchange 190,000 USD, tomorrow 280,000 USD. I take a 1% cut, so what you’ll get is…”

Garcia interrupted, “Wait, Mike, only that much?”

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but chime in. Indeed, he had thought today’s transaction would be at least a million. How could this max out the black card?

“If I exchange too much, I’ll be found out too. The bosses turn a blind eye to small amounts,” Mike explained, even adding, “You used to exchange ten or twenty thousand—where’d you strike it rich? You must have sold your ass until it’s swollen, huh?”

Garcia: “…”

Yu Yanshuang: “…”

Yu Yanshuang immediately didn’t want to exchange anymore and wanted to leave, but Garcia stopped him. The exchanged money was deposited into Yu Yanshuang’s bank card.

The two “little bitter gourds” left the hotel just like that.

Yu Yanshuang said, “This little bit of money—Sain definitely won’t care. There’s no way to make Sain tired of me this way.” Zoe had said he lost nearly a million in there.

Yet both Garcia and Yu Yanshuang felt this behavior was bad—too much of a waste of money. They didn’t want to do anything that relied on luck.

Yu Yanshuang frowned. “How about I exchange this much first, and when Sain gets angry, I’ll honestly exchange the chips back.”

Why couldn’t they even learn how to be “corrupt” properly?

Yu Yanshuang sat by the fountain with Garcia, feeling troubled, watching the people come and go.

Garcia thought about it and agreed: “Let’s do that then. We’ll ride the Ferris wheel tomorrow. In a bit, let’s go to a bar and buy a few bottles of wine to store; Sain can drink them himself later.”

Yu Yanshuang inexplicably started to feel a bit afraid. These were all the things he had promised Sain he wouldn’t do. But having him promise not to go meant Sain also detested these things—if he did them and made Sain very disappointed, maybe he’d just dump him! That would be perfect!

The two immediately went into action. Running to casinos on the east, hitting bars on the right.

When Yu Yanshuang and Garcia arrived downstairs at Sain’s apartment, Yu Yanshuang’s whole face was flushed, even his ears were red.

The two walked along the sidewalk. Sain’s apartment was clearly very high-end and was quiet at this time. Yu Yanshuang was still singing strange songs in a low voice and suddenly said, “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Going to bars feels like something from a past life. Back then, I drank four people under the table at a bar. Today, I’m actually feeling dizzy.”

Garcia was even more drunk. Hearing Yu Yanshuang talk about his past for the first time, his remaining sanity was very interested. He gave a thumbs up: “The first time I saw you drink, I knew you were an old hand. Back then you…”

“Little Yu.”

At the end of the dark road, Sain stood there expressionless, coldly looking at the spot on Yu Yanshuang’s shoulder where Garcia’s hand was resting.

For some reason, Garcia instinctively took his hand away. He looked even more terrified than Yu Yanshuang.

Yu Yanshuang was truly a bit drunk; he blinked dizzily. “Sain, why do you look like you’re angry?”

“Of course I’m angry. You didn’t keep any of the promises you made to me.”

Yu Yanshuang gave a slow smile. “Is that so you can dump me?”

Sain signaled his assistant to take Garcia away. For some reason, Garcia felt a bit uneasy and looked back several times, but the assistant pulled him away without allowing any argument.

When everything around became quiet, it had started to snow in Las Vegas. Snow gathered on Sain’s hair and shoulders.

So Yu Yanshuang wasn’t trying to run away—he had come to Las Vegas with this idea? No wonder those billing messages came one after another, as if deliberately trying to make him angry.

Sain walked toward Yu Yanshuang step by step and picked the man up by the waist. “Of course not. I’m here to fuck you.”