"Oh come on, you're so beautiful, like a porcelain doll. I'd be afraid to break you holding you in my palm. Who would have the heart to torment you?"
Lin Mu gently caressed the girl's cheek, savoring the smooth, delicate, and enticing texture like mutton fat. He lamented, "Besides, that job's not really suitable for you. You work hard for little money. And those customers, they're pretending to look at their phones, while they're actually sneaking glances at your chest. Seriously, their hungry eyes make it seem like they want to devour you whole..."
"Stop!" Ling Xiaoqiao couldn't take it anymore, giving Lin Mu a pinch out of annoyance, and said, "Can't you stop being so pessimistic? People are just buying things. Even if they occasionally try to chat, it's not as bad as you make it sound, okay?"
