"Ye Xiao, little sister, how can you say that? I'm Xuanxuan's Uncle Han, and you are Xuanxuan's desk mate. How can there be no connection?"
For the sake of Calming Incense, Han Jin wouldn't care about his dignity. In this day and age, things like face aren't important anymore, what's important is getting what you want.
Ye Xiao ignored Han Jin and turned her head, a look of longing still on her face, to gaze at Qiao Si.
"The touch just now was quite nice."
Ye Xiao's voice was sweet as her gaze wandered over Qiao Si's face, looking at his perfect features brightened her mood. She really wanted to peel off that face and keep it as a permanent collection. By then, that damn Main God would definitely be so angry he'd want to kill her.
"You're not that old, but you've got quite the nerve, not knowing to learn something good."
