"Tonight, was it all arranged by you?"
Lin Fan stepped aside, letting Ren Tian'ai come in, her voluptuous figure outlined by the hip-hugging skirt and white blouse, exuding the prosperity of a high-level executive.
"Yeah, my little junior sister is eager to serve her master well but can't truly offer herself, so I let her do this—at least to alleviate the master's pining. But it seems it didn't have much effect."
Ren Tian'ai smiled as she looked at the fleshlight still hanging on the Iron Pestle, stretched out a small hand to pinch it, and gently took it down. Then she knelt on the ground, stroking it continually with her hand and said, "So here I am, specifically providing reassurance for my master. After all, I have said I'm willing to endure what my little junior sister cannot, and I humbly ask for the master's affection."
"You, you're really a delightful little elf."
