After putting on his clothes, Ye Yaodong instantly felt a strong sense of security, but his legs—there was no way.
It was midsummer after all, and no one could expect him to wear long pants to bed.
He fiddled with his little vest, then counted the few “wealth hairs” growing around the little mole on his right side: “Got six on this side, all good… but on the left, one’s missing now. 5656—that’s not a good sound.”
“Then just pull out one more from your precious right side to make it symmetrical.”
“Can’t! I just need to wait for the one on the left to grow back. If I pull another one, I’ll have to wait for two to grow out—how long would that take? Maybe you can water it, nourish it somehow… might make it grow faster…”
Listening to his ridiculously flirtatious words, Lin Xiuqing was totally stunned, her expression a mixture of annoyed and awkward.
In a flash, she stood up and her ears turned red.
“What are you saying? Always talking nonsense.”
“Hehe, water is the source of life.”
“I’m not even going to bother with you. I’m going out to help.”
“But didn’t you already hire people? Why do you need to help yourself? Just stay here…”