"I want to trade for some food to bring back. Is that okay?" Zhao Hong asked timidly, her face flushing bright red.
Yang Ao looked at Zhao Hong in surprise. Wasn't she the wife of the man whose finger he had chopped off earlier that day?
"Oh? You want to go too? Did you forget I cut off your husband's finger today?"
To be honest, Zhao Hong's figure was even more exaggerated than Shang Qian's. No man could turn her down.
And the frightened look on Zhao Hong's face made her seem every bit the respectable young wife.
"Yes... I'm going willingly. As long as you let me bring the food back," Zhao Hong said, pursing her lips and barely daring to look up.
Yang Ao had no idea what she was thinking, but as someone halfway to becoming a Superhuman, he hardly needed to fear any tricks from a weak woman.
"All right, then you and Su Lele can come together today."
Li Jie's face instantly turned white. She hurriedly grabbed Yang Ao's hand. "Brother Ao, take me with you! I know how to do so much more than she does!"
"Next time."
Li Jie's hand was knocked away, and she could only watch as Yang Ao led Zhao Hong and Su Lele through the iron gate.
Inside another matchbox room, Ma Sanxiong watched venomously as Zhao Hong followed Yang Ao into the courtyard on the other side.
"Fucking whore!"
Thirty minutes later,
A bored Shen Jin heard Su Lele's playful voice at the door.
"Senior Shen, your junior massage therapist is here~"
"Ahem... come in."
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"Where should I start massaging this time, Senior Shen~?"
"None of that funny business. Just give me a normal massage," Shen Jin said, looking every bit the perfect gentleman.
"Senior, if I