Jin Jiu left with a coy croupier who was barely keeping her giggles in check, bolting out the door and even pulling it closed behind him—it was as if he wished them a peaceful time.
Zhao Changhe could only helplessly watch the irate Miss Piggy, who was still standing with her hands on her hips, glaring fiercely. He had no idea what she was so angry about.
"What are you glaring at me for?" Zhao Changhe finally said. "I am soaking wet here. I really need a bath. You coming with or not?"
No sooner had he spoken than he pursed his lips, feeling that with her current status, it wasn't quite right to tease her...
Vermilion Bird, however, was not concerned with his flirtations. Instead, she said, "What's the matter, disappointed I walked in? Do you really wish for that slut, only three spots covered with gauze, to keep you company?"
Zhao Changhe candidly replied, "Yeah, if you're not willing, can't I find a woman instead?"
