"Don't touch me." The Third Elder stopped crying, looked at Tang Feng for a while before realizing, her face blushing all over.
She had never been so intimate with a man.
Could this be a common trait among men?
"Why are you staring at me?"
Tang Feng said, "Your face is flawless, like a flower. It's normal to look a few more times; you're not covering your face, and if you don't let me look, who should I look at? When my mood improves, I might agree with you anyway."
"Then quickly look, look more," the Third Elder joyfully responded to Tang Feng's words.
She was eager to surrender herself.
"Upon closer inspection, it's just so-so."
"What... what do you mean?"
"You're just not pretty enough; why don't you smile?"
The Third Elder's smile was even more distressing than her tears.
Tang Feng instantly lost interest. The other party indeed was not in the mood right now.
