"I'll do anything but sell myself. Just pay me." Wen Shu waved her little skirt proudly.
The young master in front of him smiled slightly, "Senior, do you know how to ejaculate?"
"Well... If you have money, I can do it."
"That's ok. Come with me tomorrow. Everything will work out for you. At least your money will be ten or twenty thousand."
Wen Jiu heard the sound of himself swallowing. "Don't lie to me. I won't sell myself."
Shen Zhizhen approached him with a wicked smile: "Don't worry, it's just a high-risk job."
"What?"
"Let me do something more interesting than selling myself."
"... I'll think about it."
When Wen Shu felt that he would only be selling his body as a waiter and moving bricks in this life, and when Shen Zhizhen felt that he would only spend his whole life, marrying any wife and catching ghosts, the fate of the two of them was intertwined and reversed in one night in a haunted hotel.