"Needs money, don't have any."
If he really goes, she might skin him alive.
He pinched her rosy cheek and asked, "What do I do if I don't have money?"
"No money, no problem. With your looks, just sit at a bar, and I guarantee those lonely beauties would swarm to you like flies to honey."
She's witnessed his charm.
Sit in a bar for just a few minutes, and beauties approach on their own.
A man like him worries about not having women?
Oh, this girl is getting bolder, talking back to him indirectly.
If he's honey, then she's the flower on it.
Without his nourishment, could she bloom so beautifully?
Her whole being is full of delicate charm. If he continues to nourish her, he wouldn't dare show her to anyone.
Mark Reed flicked her forehead, feigning a stern face, said, "I'm only interested in you, I don't want any other women."
Valentine Teller felt sweet inside, secretly smiling, but pretended to be worried and asked, "What if you continue holding it in and can't stand it?"
