"So even cultured folks dream of becoming a gigolo, huh?"
Ke Mingye looked up meaningfully and stared at Fan Quan as he spoke.
"Typical of you, I bet you didn't listen to a word I said, just like playing the lute to a cow."
Fan Quan adjusted his glasses slightly and sighed softly.
He continued, "Let's not even talk about whether one wants to or not, even if you do, it's no big deal. Don't box yourself in too much, unless you're too charming and some wealthy woman decides to keep you as her sugar baby, spending a fortune to buy your chastity, otherwise being a gigolo won't cause much trouble."
Ke Mingye said seriously, "Really? Maybe we should stop trying so hard. Let's find a wealthy woman to maintain us for a year in the gigolo bar and then find a nice place to die."
Fan Quan sighed with his hand on his forehead, "Less nonsense, are you sure you won't go with me?"
"Is it really necessary?"
