"...I'll give you the sweater."
"Just a sweater? I want cashmere. Can you give it to me?"
"Of course you can, of course."
"Okay, it's a deal then. How about this? Wait a minute, I'll flick you first so you can better control the strength. It'll probably hurt more than mine, and that way, you won't have to pay any money. How do you feel about that?"
"Miss, you are truly an angel sent by God. You know how hard it is for me to make money and you are so considerate of me. But didn't you just give me a free massage? It's okay if I don't like it. I must pay you this. Is one dollar enough?"
"Enough, enough. Put it in my pocket."
"Miss, you're not picky, so start now. Don't show any mercy. Just pinch me as hard as you can."
"Hey!!"
"Oh my god, that hurts. No, no, miss, what I wanted to play with you was the head-snapping game, not the pinching game. I made a mistake. Can I change my mind now?"
"It's too difficult to go back on your word, but could you just show me a lot of the things you gave me, like the cashmere hats you gave me as a gift? What do they look like?"
"Well, this one will definitely look good. It depends on whether you want a men's or women's version. For women's version, there are so many styles and varieties. For example, the one you are wearing, I don't have it. Miss, this one of yours is a very old style."
"Yes, hundreds of years."
"Hundreds of years? Are you kidding me? You're not a mummy."
"It's just a joke. I'm about to start. No more small talk, watch out."
"Miss, I didn't expect you to be bothered by me? Then I am ready too."
"Bang!"
"Oh my god, this hurts so much. I just fell into this huge hole."
"It's still wet. I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have let me do that. Wouldn't that have left you covered in wounds?"
"I don't have any injuries on my body, but my face is scratched. Oh my God! I'm disfigured. Who can save me?"
"I didn't mean to do that. At worst, I don't want that cashmere sweater anymore, okay?"
"You don't want it anymore? No, I can't cheat. I have to flick your forehead. If you can be sent flying this far, then I will definitely give you my cashmere sweater. And not just the one that costs over 3,000, I'll give you more. What do you think?"
"Okay~"
"Miss, how old are you this year? Are you 18?"
Ji Nianqin was just about to speak when she felt a cloud passing over her head.
“Watch this!!”
"Hey, hey, I'm not ready yet. Are you playing dirty with me? No matter how bad you are. But I don't feel any pain at all, hehehe."
"Miss, you are indeed a tomboy, but why do I suddenly feel pain in my face again? Wow!! I am disfigured."
"Didn't you just finish it? It's already resolved, isn't it? I just said I didn't want the cashmere sweater anymore, but you insisted on competing with me."
"Then I felt I could definitely beat you. Who knew you were so amazing? So, let's freeze the scene at five minutes ago, when I was sitting in the mud pit. Let's do it again, and you demonstrate it."
"Oh, do you want to get up?"
"That's not the key point."
"The key is that the cashmere sweater is mine, and there's also a cashmere hat, one for men and one for women."
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