What did it mean to be perfectly measured?
It meant not being loud enough to hurt Xiao Jin's ears, yet still letting everyone in the room hear clearly.
Seeing this, Hai Bodong and Miteer Tengshan both broke into auntie-like smiles.
Never mind what Xiao Jin was thinking. Just from the fact that he still had not pushed Ya Fei away, the two old foxes understood that having Ya Fei step in was far more effective than them.
Yun Yun was completely numb. So this was allowed?
No, how could a woman so naturally place her hand on someone else's shoulder?
Imagining herself doing the same thing, Yun Yun could not help shuddering.
No, no. Even if she were beaten to death, she could never make such a bewitching move.
Goosebumps also rose all over Xiao Jin.
The main reason was that when Ya Fei spoke, her warm breath brushed against his earlobe, making a tingling, numbing sensation spread through his whole body.
She had the same alluring, bewitching looks as Medusa, yet possessed a completely different style from the latter.
When Medusa faced strangers, just those cold, clear eyes of hers were enough to make ninety-nine percent of men feel ashamed of their own inferiority.
Ya Fei, on the other hand, wantonly and openly radiated her own charm. She seemed as passionate as fire, as though anyone could get close to her beauty, but in truth, only those familiar with her knew these were merely traps she had laid.
There was no helping it. Who told Ya Fei to have such poor talent at the start? She could only rely on certain methods to ensure her own safety.
Speaking of talent, Xiao Jin finally thought of a way to change the subject.
"Big Sister Ya Fei, what is your current