Not in a hurry, he said: "The two of us are now idle, when I'm idle, my balls hurt."
If Xiang Yiqing didn't have a good temper, he would definitely pick up the tableware in front of him and throw it at him.
Not for anything else but for his sarcastic, ironic nature, with a straight face and serious aloofness.
"Then go home and rub them." Xiang Yiqing threw Ji Chicheng a cold look, then stood up and hurriedly left.
Watching his figure exit and disappear, Ji Anning withdrew her gaze and looked at Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng, in a calm manner, said, "Finish quickly, then go home and rub them for me."
Rub what?
Ji Anning was momentarily stunned, then remembered the words that Xiang Yiqing ground out through his teeth before leaving, rub... the balls...
Thinking about it, her face flushed red, glaring at Ji Chicheng in embarrassment, "You're really annoying, the older you get, the more vulgar you become."
