Making a Fortune Among the Stars

Lin Xin woke up completely confused. Was he starting from the beginning with just three thousand yuan, having to earn all his own gear, then face-slap the rotten people, find a rich, beautiful woman, oh no, a handsome rich man, and reach the pinnacle of life? Was he still stuck in the beginner phase, in a dungeon where he was penniless and had nothing?

Lin Xin: You're the first pot of gold I've earned.

Sikong Lang: Mm.

Lin Xin, smugly: Kneel before my suit pants, you foolish mortal!

Sikong Lang scooped him up, laid him on the bed, and started pulling down his pants.

Lin Xin: W-what are you doing?

Sikong Lang: Didn't you say I'd kneel before your suit pants? How can I do that if I don't take them off?

Lin Xin: ...

Sweetness level: ★★★★★

Steaminess level: ★★★★★

This foolish author can no longer restrain the urges within. This story is filthy, filthy, filthy, and sweet, sweet, sweet. As for logic and dignity, the foolish author has eaten them both. If you don't like that, please click the X in the upper-right corner to leave. The foolish author is fragile and can't take criticism. Thank you! O(∩_∩)O

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