As Jiang He was pondering when to show Xu Qing a demonstration of her skills, she saw the look in his eyes and immediately felt her lips quiver with anger.
"You want to touch!"
"Yes, I want to."
"You just want to..."
Halfway through her sentence, Jiang He suddenly got stuck.
???
"Hurry up and cook, I'm starving."
Unable to touch her, Xu Qing, patting his chest, could only touch himself.
Putting away his pen and paper and leaning back in his chair to think, he scratched his chin, feeling somewhat puzzled about Jiang He's job.
Does it matter what she does?
For Jiang He, it didn't matter. As long as she could make an honest living, she would be happy even to move bricks on a construction site with her hands—the pay there was good, and with her incredible strength, she could earn ten times more than typing on a keyboard without much difficulty.
But would he be okay with it? No, he would not.
Xu Wenbin shared the same thought...
