"Huoge, you're so good to me..."
"Nonsense, if I don't treat you well, who will?" Xing Ye was also very satisfied.
Sighing comfortably, Lian Qiao said joyfully, "Back in the day, Empress Dowager Cixi probably enjoyed a treatment not much different from mine, right? And your attitude is comparable to that of Little Li Zi; you're even better looking than him—"
One moment she was expressing gratitude and singing praises, and the next, he had become the eunuch Little Li Zi.
Xing Ye's eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his lips twitched violently.
"Lian Qiao, what about me resembles Li Lianying to you?"
That question startled Lian Qiao, and she let out a dry chuckle, "...Hehe, a slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue... You're definitely not Li Lianying, at the very least you'd have to be Wei Zhongxian, wielding great power over both the Eastern and Western Factories, that imposing manner..."
