Brother Dao said casually, "It's just this little thing. Just tell me whether it'll be easy to take care of."
Ms. Hu shot him a flirtatious look and pretended to be annoyed as she thumped his chest twice. "If it were anyone else asking, it definitely wouldn't be easy. But when it comes to you, you old rascal, when have I ever not hurried things along and taken care of them properly?"
Brother Dao beamed. He shamelessly squeezed a few of Ms. Hu's most sensitive spots. His technique showed he was clearly an expert, and Ms. Hu went weak in the knees, nearly floating off the ground.
A strange feeling suddenly surged through her.
Ms. Hu rolled over and straddled Brother Dao's lap, their eyes meeting. She looped both arms around his neck, her gaze brimming with desire.
"You old rascal. You've gotten me all worked up, so now you have to take responsibility!"
Brother Dao knew at once that she was in the mood. He awkwardly glanced at his watch. More than ten minutes had already passed since the hour began.
Even the best time manager couldn't conjure up more time from thin air.
He had to get this done, and get it done right. That meant managing his time with even greater precision.
He leaned close to Ms. Hu's cheek and murmured seductively, "You little minx, getting all worked up, are you? But we've got all those machines to dismantle tonight, and we're short on time. Let's start with some appetizers. I'll treat you to a whole feast later."
Ms. Hu didn't care. Her lips were already wandering over Brother Dao, and she was clearly lost in the moment.
"A feast has its pleasures, but with you, even appetizers are delightful."
In all his years, Brother Dao