Tang Mo'er closed her eyes and cringed. Why was it so awkward?
She lowered her head, and fumbled with Qi Xi's sleeves without answering, instead whispering in a low voice, "Qi Xi, you can leave now."
Qi Xi was too psyched to leave. She was unable to picture this man associated with the term "gigolo". It was simply too vulgar. Winking at Mo'er, she said, "Mo'er, ever since you abandoned Su Zhe, I can see now that your taste in men has improved by leaps and bounds. This gigolo, or whatever he is, be it his looks or aura, far surpasses Su Zhe by great lengths. Most importantly, this gigolo possesses what they call the 'husband's waist'. It's been on trend recently."
"Husband's waist?" asked Tang Mo'er. She had not heard of it before. Moreover, why did Qi Xi have to keep repeating the word 'gigolo'?
