"Master..." Leng Piaopiao called out timidly, and Su Xuan shifted his gaze to her.
Just then, Su Li's malicious voice followed, quickly intruding into the intimate atmosphere between the two.
She acted just like a wicked villain, blowing on the not-yet-dry polish on her nails, her orchid fingers raised. She leaned idly and looked over with a sharp, cutting tone that could infuriate someone to the point of transcendence.
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at that little expression, you'd truly think you've suffered some great injustice. Are you a three-year-old girl asking her parents for candy, or are you coquettishly pleading with your lover?"
"Piaopiao... can you tell your Master, is this the kind of look you're going for?"
"Also, you're already a grown woman, don't casually hold your master's hand. There are differences between men and women, and your master's warmth, his embrace, they're all for your Master, not you. If you're really lovesick, I can help find you a few good matches!"
