Jia Xin had an outgoing personality and was always looking for topics to chat about.
Shen Yuan replied, "Not bad, but by your logic, you like me too, right?"
"It's hard not to like you—you've got money, looks, and a great body."
Jia Xin poked at Shen Yuan's abs. The surface gave a soft, bouncy sensation, but underneath, the muscles were firm.
Shen Yuan sighed helplessly, "Ah, that's the trouble with being someone like me; too many girls liking me isn't necessarily a good thing."
Jia Xin covered her mouth and giggled lightly, "Mr. Shen, you really play the part without any sense of discomfort."
"How can it be an act? It's the truth."
Shen Yuan asked, "By the way, Jia Xin, how old are you? How long have you been in this profession?"
Jia Xin smiled sweetly, "Mr. Shen, I've found a lot of men like to ask these questions, about our age and how long we've been working. Is the next step to ask whether we provide 'special services'?"
