"I'm not telling you!" Qin Fen gave Sun Yujie a disdainful look and started answering the Queen Mother's question.
His sister-in-law shifted her feet as she chatted. Big Chef happened to glance over, and she instinctively looked down. Did I flash him? Just play with your phone! Why do you keep sneaking looks at me?
"Brother-in-law, what are you looking at?" His sister-in-law couldn't hold back anymore. That look in your eyes is really weird!
Qin Fen wasn't impressed. How much better than me could you be? Calling yourself an old hand at this? You're just another woman driver, aren't you?
"They're a little itchy. I'm bored!" Qin Fen hadn't smoked in all the time since he'd gotten off the plane, and he was craving a cigarette.
"I'm bored too. Where are you itchy?" Sun Yujie gave him a strange look.
"My two flaps are a little itchy. I want a little stick to hold!" Qin Fen looked at her disdainfully. Weren't you asking about being an old hand? Weren't you teasing me? Think I'm a pushover?
Huh? Sun Yujie looked utterly exasperated. Is that something a decent person would say? A little stick to hold, seriously? "So once the stick gets shorter, you won't be itchy anymore?" Sun Yujie was no innocent either. You're teasing me? Think I'm made of clay? Fine, I'll play this game to the bitter end.
"You couldn't be more right!" Qin Fen smiled.
Sun Yujie glared at Big Chef and spat, "You filthy pervert!"
Qin Fen took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "You're amazing. You really are an old hand. All I wanted was a smoke, and you managed to make it dirty. Why do girls these days have such complicated minds? Can't people have a normal conversation anymore?"
Damn you!