As they talked, Ning An pushed the incense stick back again. He was holding his patience, wanting her to make a wish quickly so he could use the Ghost-Collecting Incense and hopefully earn a few more million.
"Hehe, did you all see that? Did their hands just touch? I told you, even the Little Daoist is human and has needs."
"What's going on? What's she doing? That's my Brother Sect Leader. I haven't even spoken to him in real life, and now his first hand-hold has been taken by someone?!"
"I'd advise you to be quick. With the Little Daoist's charm, aside from that green tea girl in the morning, there will surely be more beauties in the future. Even if the Little Daoist has extraordinary self-control this time, can you guarantee he'll always be able to hold back? Hehe."
