The Dirtier the Mind, the Dirtier the Thoughts

"No need." Qin Fen's answer was firm. Come on, he didn't need help changing his pants. What was this, some low-budget adult film with one of those ridiculous scenes? Besides, he'd noticed something odd. This saleswoman was a little strange—way too damn enthusiastic.

Qin Fen said it casually, but Yi Bendao felt his heart twitch. Wang Heng took a crushing blow. Hadn't he just said Qin Fen had no luck with women? Shit. What was this?

Yi Bendao's expression turned decidedly strange. Whenever Qin Fen was around, he stuck to one rule: be careful. There was something off about the guy. In his mind, Big Chef was already a hedgehog—anyone who touched him got hurt. That was why Yi Bendao had been so careful with his words. Unfortunately, he could look out for himself, but not his classmate. Wang Heng seemed to have every unlucky star in Sirius working against him. He must have offended Tai Sui himself.

Wang Heng felt awful. His claim that Qin Fen had no luck with women had become a joke, while a handsome guy like him couldn't get a second glance. That would have been bad enough on its own, but Yi Bendao was right there beside him. The embarrassment was enough to make him sick.

Wang Heng was dumbfounded. What really made him want to puke was that the saleswoman was gorgeous. The two of them had watched enough adult videos to see past any censoring, and by their expert standards, she had a slim waist, long legs, and a full, perky figure. A devil's body and an angel's face—she could have entered a beauty pageant. Yet this bombshell, who could cause a car crash just by walking down the street, showed no interest in either of them.

They had been there a