"Tsk~ Do you want to feel my abs?"
Shang Lu asked tentatively.
Zhu Ling: (｡･ɜ･)ɾⓌⓗⓐⓣ?
"Ahem, I'm not as easy as you think. Put your clothes back down!" Zhu Ling said no with her mouth, but her eyes had already started wandering toward his abs.
"Tsk~ I work out like crazy every day just so I can show them off to you in all their glory. If you don't appreciate them, then what's the point of all that effort?"
Shang Lu edged a little closer, pulling his shirt up even higher and revealing a glimpse of his firm chest.
Zhu Ling: You can't test the self-control of a respectable, middle-aged cadre like this!
Zhu Ling turned her head away with great difficulty.
"You really don't have to do this. Put your shirt back down!"
Shang Lu's disappointment was plain to see. His voice was full of hurt.
"Even after all this, you still won't look at me, Sis. I guess you really do hate me. I'll definitely get yelled at again when I go back."
"No, no, I don't hate you. You really don't have to sacrifice yourself like this." When Zhu Ling saw the little curly-haired guy looking so aggrieved, she somehow felt like a heartless jerk.
"Then prove you don't hate me. Just feel them once." The little curly-haired guy still looked miserable.
"Ah, well, this... Sigh, fine!"
Zhu Ling gave in after just one second of struggling.
She told herself, I'm not being lecherous. I'm just comforting him, comforting him. He's so pitiful.
I think it's a bit like the spirit girl's marriage god
It's pretty, I like it.