"Impossible, Lao Guan. Are you just saying this on purpose because you have a good relationship with Gu Ting?" Master Wang sneered, with his arms around both women.
People with power and money like them have tasted all kinds of delicacies, so why would they praise a cursed insect?
Guan Sanye was an impatient man. Upon hearing this, he peeled a shrimp and stuffed it into Master Wang's mouth without saying a word.
Master Wang's sneer suddenly froze.
...
"Your hands are so dirty, don't come near me."
Ji Yan showed no mercy and stuck out two fingers to press against the forehead of the ruffled hamster.
Shen Jiao blinked: "Just because your hands are dirty doesn't mean I can't get close?"
Ji Yan stared at the hamster wiping the soup off its fingers, which still smelled of crayfish.
The tyrant coldly refused: "No."
"Really?" Shen Jiao slumped her shoulders, looking rather pitiful, more like a hamster with its fur standing on end in distress.
Ji Yan was silent for a moment: "Then we can only get a little closer."
Shen Jiao pressed her advantage: "How much is one point?"
She had just seen it; whenever Master Wang's seventh concubine pulled on his hand, she only held two fingers.
The little finger and the ring finger.
Mr. Wang seemed to be enjoying this feeling of being pampered and dependent on her.
Shen Jiao guessed that perhaps successful men who have made it in their careers all like these subtle flirting techniques.
She was learning and applying what she had just learned, and she wanted to give it a try—what if she succeeded?
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Then this is enough."
"..."
Shen Jiao stared at the belt in her hand in silence.
how?
Will your skin shrink if you hold hands?
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