At the Pixie Pet Store on Taohuaxi Street.
Su Ping was sitting in front of the computer, watching a video while cultivating.
He had the computer cleaned of viruses. The system was reinstalled, and it cost him 70 coins, which made his heart ache.
"Good, nice. Harder…"
A gentle and pleasant voice reached his ears from the small soundbox.
In the video, there was a pink linsang lying on all fours on a table and a young man was focusing on massaging the linsang's front paws.
Standing at the side was a learned and refined middle-aged man that would now and then correct the young man's massage skills.
"Can this be called training, too?"
Su Ping was speechless.
