"Lulu, I really can't!"
Jiang Xinghai had no choice but to raise his voice. "You're still young..."
"I'm nineteen! I'm an adult, okay?"
Feng Lulu cut Jiang Xinghai off, speaking in a very mature tone. "And besides, Brother Xinghai, don't be so dirty-minded. I'm just getting a hotel room and waiting for you so you can give me acupuncture and a massage, that's all. Can you please get your mind out of the gutter?"
"Alright, fine." What else could Jiang Xinghai say?
After all that, it turned out he was the one overthinking things.
"Then it's a deal. I'll tell you when I've got the room. Don't be too late, okay?" Feng Lulu reminded him sweetly.
"By the way, Lulu, how are you going to explain this to your aunt?"
An image of Lin Liping suddenly appeared in Jiang Xinghai's mind.
That woman had also wanted him to give her acupuncture and a massage. She had even gotten a hotel room last night, but in the end...
