Xiu Xin sat on the couch in the living room.
Behind him was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with the radiant neon lights outside serving as his backdrop. Two women, wearing only short skirts and stockings, their clothes pulled down to their waists, knelt beside him, massaging his thighs.
Their pale, heavy fruits swayed gently with their movements, offering Xiu Xin a feast for the eyes, and occasionally he would reach out to weigh them.
After a dozen minutes, James and William, dressed only in briefs, came out dragging large bags. Their hairy legs and chests were exposed because their jackets, pants, and shirts were being used to hold money.
"Is it enough?" Xiu Xin asked with a smile.
The two nodded repeatedly, "It's enough, it's enough."
Of course, it wasn't enough, but they truly couldn't carry any more.
Xiu Xin looked at William with a half-smile and asked, "General, do you still feel insulted by me?"
