Chapter 1264: Swiping Mo Tingshen’s Card

“Waterbed?

What’s a waterbed?” The voice was sweet and seductive, making people’s bones tingle.

Ducky felt an itch, though there’s no such thing as a noble or lowly profession, one must keep some things secret.

In front of the receptionist, he couldn’t just say it out loud, so he leaned into Chu Yao’s ear, covering his mouth with his hand, and explained quietly.

“Oh?”

Chu Yao gave a heavy slap on the back of Ducky’s neck, “You guys play like this?”

Ducky choked back the cough that almost escaped, the back of his neck turned red, burning and painful like fire.

Did she have a Wolf Fang Club in her hand?!

He dared not show it on his face, and asked humbly, “Does Sister Yao want to try it out?”

“Of course, two million for a night, give me the full service, or I’ll give you a discount.”

“Of course!

I guarantee…”

The receptionist’s face had changed a bit, but they couldn’t show it.

Ducky glanced at them warily and leaned into Chu Yao’s ear: “Make sure you feel like you’re in heaven.”

Chu Yao pulled out a bank card and slapped it on the counter, “Book the kind he said with Mo Tingshen’s card.”

The receptionist quickly completed the procedures, and while returning the ID, blatantly stared at Chu Yao’s face several times.

As Chu Yao was assisted towards the elevator, one of the receptionists secretly took a photo of their backs.

“What are you doing!”

The other receptionist immediately grabbed her phone down.

“What’s wrong with taking a photo, isn’t that Chu Yao, the glamorous celebrity who plays wilder than anyone in private.

You recognize the guy, right?

He’s the top guy from the bar across the street.”

“Whatever she does, that’s her business.

Are celebrities not humans?

Why worry about her private life?

She’s not married; she can play however she likes.”

“I captured it to expose her!”

The colleague glanced at her, “Don’t be silly.

She’s President Mo’s person.

Everyone knows President Mo dominates other industries.

He only entered the entertainment industry to support Chu Yao.

Shengjing Company only signed her as an artist.

If you dare post it, I’m afraid you won’t have a channel to send it out.

If President Mo targets you, you won’t be allowed in Rongcheng City anymore!”

The receptionist shuddered all over, feeling terrified deep down, but still spoke unpleasantly, “Two million to hire a duck for just one night, and yet no donation of two million to impoverished areas!”

“Enough!”

Outside the elevator, Chu Yao almost lost her sense of direction.

She didn’t know where the room was, letting Ducky lead her along.

As she heard a beep, the door opened, and the cool air hit her face, making her head feel heavy.

Ducky slid in the keycard, the lights came on all at once, and the curtains automatically opened.

“Turn off some lights quickly!”

Ducky obediently complied.

He helped Chu Yao onto the bed, then knelt on the carpet and started undressing.

Chu Yao, drunk as a skunk, her eyes widened at the sight of white flesh, rolled over to lie on her side, propping her head, watching the man with interest.

It was her first time seeing someone strip like in a pixelated adult film, particularly intriguing.

Indeed, a professional.

Ducky was meticulous.

He unbuttoned from top to bottom, looking at Chu Yao seductively, squinting and biting his lip at times, his body twisting as if covered in fleas, not a single part straight.

This flexibility.

Click, click.

“Did you learn to dance?” she asked.