Ferne was excited again. "Anything. Like how did you get your figure? Why did you get it? To attract women or something else?"
This was "anything"?
"I didn't exercise," Noah replied dryly. "It was because of fight."
"What?" Ferne didn't seem to understand.
Noah frowned and explained again, "I used to fight a lot."
"..."
Noah didn't want to talk about his past. He was not willing to reveal his secret and he knew that rich gentlemen always looked down on people with low backgrounds and disdained to associate with gangsters.
He didn't want to see disdain in Ferne's eyes.
At this moment, he noticed Ferne's silence. He held his finger slightly. If Ferne mocked him, Noah was not sure how he would respond. He might beat him up, or pretend that nothing had happened.
But, from now on, he would never bring up this topic.
"Holy shit, Bro! You're awesome! You can get such a good figure by fighting? Where do you fight? Can I go with you?" Ferne was amazed, clapping his hands.
Noah was lost for words.
He sighed, and even put on a faint smile, "You lunatic."
"Hey, how can you say that? You hate those words the most and you just said it. Come on, let me gave you a hit." Ferne was touched by Noah's smile, thinking that the smile was pretty sweet. Then, he pointed at Noah as he had discovered something big, and said, "You just said I'm a lunatic. You are over."
Noah didn't want to fuss with him, thinking that Ferne didn't dare to make a move.
Unexpectedly, Ferne had been roaring for a while alone, and seeing Noah's fearless appearance, he was really aroused a willingness of fight and immediately jumped onto Noah.
Noah was lying there, but suddenly, he was under a man of about 80 kilos. He almost threw up. He pinched Ferne's waist and wanted to push him down, "Get off me!"
Ferne just wanted to play a trick on him, but when he saw Noah's pale face, Ferne finally found a way to restrain him. He immediately wrapped his hands and feet around Noah and was determined to vie to see who the better was.
Noah couldn't pull him down, and didn't want to hurt him. He warned again, "Get out!"
Their bathrobes went loose. Ferne lay on Noah skin to skin, his hands still holding Noah's neck. He faintly sensed something wrong below, and then his face turned blushed as he crawled down to the side.
Ferne should have laughed at Noah loudly at this point, but his face turned blushed. Ferne crossed his legs and smiled embarrassedly, "It's really hot here."
Noah sat on stool, far away from Ferne, and did not respond when he heard this.
Ferne asked, "Do you want a drink? I'll get it."
Then, he hurriedly ran away.
Holy shit!
Ferne ran out of the room and went straight into the bathroom. He washed his face, calming the dryness-heat. Then he muttered to himself in front of the mirror, "Holy shit?"
Ferne felt himself thoughtful, and went to the lobby to order two drinks. As he waited, the elevator not far away arrived, and Branden and a friend came out.
Branden was in his sixties, but he looked like only fifty. He didn't have disgusting greasy skin or bald head. On the contrary, he gave off a very gentle appearance. His words and behaviors were permeated with a very good manners of the family.
His friend, who was in his forties, looked quite gentlemanly. The two of them did not wear bathrobes, but golden-green Khan steam suits of Forest Hot Spring. It seemed that they were going to the steam room.
Ferne kept his back to them and could vaguely hear the two talking in English.
What? English?
There were many foreign customers in his hotel, who can underestimate him?
Ferne listened quietly for a while and realized that he overestimated himself. Perhaps they were talking about something more professional in business, so he couldn't understand a single word.
Running a hotel, he could only understand the words about red wine, check-in and other daily vocabulary. When in other professional field, he couldn't understand a single one word.
Luckily, he finally understood the last sentence. The two almost passed by, but suddenly, Branden's friend glanced in Ferne's direction and smiled. "I met a very interesting boy here today."
"A boy?" Branden smiled meaningfully.
"He has fair skin." The friend said, "He gave me strawberry ice cream, so sweet."
Then the two men walked away and only heard Branden's indistinct voice, "I want to know him…."
Ferne was puzzled. A boy with fair skin?
Who?
Apart from them, there was only Branden and his friends in the Forest Hot Spring today, as well as another wealthy couple. The couple was over thirty years old and couldn't be the boy.
He and Noah were apparently mature men, or young men. A boy... Randy? Randy didn't look like a boy, but he seemed to have a few younger players.
"Two cups of Midsummer is ready." A sweet female voice said.
Ferne paid the money and asked casually, "Did those two people come often? They look rich, I don't know what kind of business they're doing."
"Those can live here are all rich." The girl was about twenty and dressed luxuriously. She must have a sugar daddy.
Ferne reached for the drinks. "It would be bad if we were in the same industry. Our company is not profitable this year."
"Probably not. They work in the area of electronic technology." As there weren't many people at this point and Ferne was pretty good looking, the girl was willing to chat with him. She put her hand with a jade bracelet on the bar, staying a little closer to him. "They come about once every two months. There used to be about four or five people coming together. Every girl was willing to serve them because of the big tip."
She smiled, hiding something behind. Ferne thought for a moment and knew that there must be girls left.
"There's still ... that kind of service?" Ferne also smiled.
"Handsome guy, you look like you have a girlfriend. What? You want to find one too?" The girl wanted to recommend herself, but perhaps because she had a sugar daddy, her eyes revealed a somewhat regretful expression.
Ferne raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "I brought a friend here and I want to find one for him. Do you have any contact information?"