I just pinched it a bit, the muscles are also very firm.
The most crucial thing is his charming face.
Hiss...
"..."
Yingying's scanning eyes made Yan Huan a bit uncomfortable.
"Sister Tong?"
After a moment of silence, she sat up.
Then, she turned her head and picked up the bulging wallet from the bedside table.
"Sit."
Yan Huan moved a chair over and sat down in front of the bed.
Watching her open the wallet and pull out the bills inside.
Then, she handed a small stack of money to Yan Huan.
Yan Huan dared not take it, just blinked at her.
Seeing he didn't take it, Yingying tossed the money onto the bed.
Her fingertips unknowingly gripped the metal flip-cover lighter, she took out a cigarette box, lowered her gaze, and suddenly asked,
"How do I usually treat you?"
"..."
Why does this feel like a movie where the boss is about to send his henchman to his doom?
"A...average?"
Yingying paused while taking out a cigarette, glanced up at Yan Huan.
