That night, Chi Zaozao finally understood that there was another way to address a man's desires.
Oh My, just thinking about that scene made her so embarrassed she didn't even want to face anyone.
Once Ye Que felt satisfied, she hurriedly went to wash her hands in anger, murmuring that she would never do that again.
Ye Que lingered around her, trying to appease her, "You should know it's your responsibility. If you don't take care of it, I'll have to go find someone else."
Chi Zaozao finished washing her hands, turned back, and in a fit of anger, threw a handful of water at him.
Ye Que got drenched.
"Are you suggesting you want a mistress?"
Ye Que couldn't deny it, "It's because you look like you despise my 'little brother' so much."
"That's not it at all, I'm not looking down on it. I just don't like getting hands-on, you have no idea how sore my hands are."
Ye Que laughed, pulling her towards him, "Are you sure it's your hands that are sore, or is it somewhere else?"
