When a man gave his money and put his hands in his pocket, it was usually a sign of farewell. A permanent one, of course. The maid acted in agitation, grabbing her apron as the ribbons stranding down her hair shook, "Master Jiang…I-I'm free tonight, you know..."
And every adult knows what it means.
"Sorry." Jiang Xiuyuan only returned with a glance and a perverted smile. "I've tasted you before and it didn't last in my mind. So, you know…" He took out his handkerchief and wiped the stain of scarlet off his lips' corner before tossing the handkerchief into the toilet bowl.
"A woman's lipstick is meant to be tasted by a man. Therefore, use some quality gloss, not these crayons."
It's a kind of pollution, I tell ya.
"..." The maid frowned yet there was nothing much she could do. There was nothing she dared to do either.
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