After a simple rinse, they returned to bed, where Yan Peipei was stretching her body.
Chen Mo simply watched; this truly was a work of art, and he couldn't fathom how it was created.
"You sought me out just to practice, right?"
"Yes, you are the one I've chosen, but I haven't lied—about seeking your investment, I do have my own thoughts. Everyone needs money, and right now I'm quite poor, almost having to drop out of school."
"Then there's no need for you to continue studying. Your skills are far greater than what they teach in art school."
"Is that a compliment, boss? You must be very satisfied with me, right?"
Satisfied, indeed, from the angle of an ordinary man, truly satisfied—she was nothing short of a celestial nymph.
But Chen Mo's perspective was a bit special; he was also a service provider. So at this moment, he was more inclined to ask if the other party was satisfied…
He usually didn't utter judgments about women; when he spoke, it was to offer compliments.
