The drink Qin Yuwei ordered was practically alcohol-free.
But for a lightweight like Su Qianqian, after finishing most of her glass, she already felt her cheeks burning.
Her head grew fuzzy, and the world took on a hazy, dreamlike quality.
Soon, eight tall figures strutted into view like models on a runway, lining up in front of their booth.
Dressed in identical fitted white shirts and black trousers, their broad shoulders and narrow waists were accentuated, along with the faint outline of abdominal muscles.
Far more tantalizing than outright exposure.
Each of the eight had a distinct style, yet all shared one thing in common—flawless looks.
The sunny one flashed a dazzling smile, his teeth white, eyes bright and full of energy—like the star player of a university basketball team.
The aloof one had sharp, chiseled features, almost Eurasian, his gaze cool and detached.
The refined one wore gold-rimmed glasses, his shirt buttoned all the way up, exuding gentle sophistication.
The wild one had tousled, slightly curly hair, sun-kissed skin, and a smoldering gaze, his lips curled in a faint, devilish smirk.
Then there was the pretty boy—flawless porcelain skin, delicate features, eyes slightly upturned at the corners with a natural allure.
The rugged type stood out too, his frame the most muscular, yet his smile disarmingly earnest.
The boy-next-door radiated warmth, his grin so comforting it made you want to lean in—utterly unthreatening.
Last was the mysterious, brooding aristocrat, his eyes heavy with untold stories, lips pressed into a thin line, his quiet demeanor hinting at depths unseen.
"Good evening, Miss Yuwei, Miss Qianqian," they chorused, their voices ranging from deep and velvety to clear and melodious.
Qin Yuwei’s eyes widened like saucers, her mouth slightly agape, her glass frozen mid-air.
She’d ordered male escorts before—but never eight at once. The sheer impact was… wow.
Like a mouse let loose in a rice barrel, her gaze darted hungrily between the eight stunning men, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
She ogled the wild one’s chest muscles, then marveled at the pretty boy’s face, before zeroing in on the burly one’s biceps, which threatened to burst through his shirt sleeves.
Qin Yuwei sucked in a sharp breath, jabbing Su Qianqian’s side with her elbow as she hissed under her breath, "Holy shit! This lineup is insane!"
"Look at that one! Those pecs! And that face! Oh my god!"
Su Qianqian, meanwhile, was in a completely different state.
Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might leap out of her throat!
All eight men were gazing at them with smoldering intensity, and her face burned crimson.
Her wide, innocent doe eyes flickered with curiosity and embarrassment—darting between them, too shy to look directly, like a startled fawn.
Qin Yuwei kept gushing beside her: "Those abs… those biceps… damn!"
"And that face—he could be a top-tier celebrity!"
"Qianqian, look at the brooding one! That stare could kill me!"
Su Qianqian squirmed under the onslaught, nodding absently, her head spinning—half from the alcohol, half from the overwhelming spectacle of male perfection.
She felt like she’d stumbled into some forbidden realm—thrilling, intoxicating, and laced with guilt.
So this was what it felt like to order male escorts?
She quickly stole another glance at the sun-kissed athletic male model standing closest to her, only to be met with a warm, disarming smile. Flustered, she immediately lowered her head as if scalded.
No wonder Gu Chengyu enjoyed being surrounded by beauties—this feeling was actually quite nice, if utterly embarrassing. Ugh.
