The young man lowered his arm helplessly. It was hardly worth getting angry over. He took a sip of his drink, glanced enviously at a nearby table crowded with beauties, and muttered,
"Man, I envy Mo Xie. He's won over all six Pearl Flowers. Is he trying to turn Pearl Academy into his own private garden?"
"Quit envying him. Once you're strong enough, you'll have your pick of women."
"Damn, I want Mo Xie to take me on as a disciple. How does he keep the women from fighting? No Shura Field, and they all get along. Is it really just that handsome face?"
"When I see all those women around the Evil God, I can't even bring myself to feel jealous. I just feel bad that I'm not pretty enough to join them."
Mo Xie looked at the lobster in front of him, then at the six women. Smiling, he handed out disposable gloves.
"Let's eat. The grilled fish should be here soon."
But none of them took the gloves. They only gazed at him with shy anticipation, saying nothing.
Under six expectant stares, Mo Xie pursed his lips and said in exasperation,
"Don't expect me to peel it for you. Six portions? Are you trying to work me to death? Peel your own."
"Hmph!"
The six women rolled their eyes at him in unison and took the gloves. They peeled the lobster, but instead of eating it themselves, they all held the meat up to his mouth.
Realizing they had all had the same idea, they exchanged wary glances before turning back to Mo Xie, waiting for him to decide whose offering to eat.
Looking at the six delicate, fair hands held out before him, Mo Xie knew he faced a difficult choice: whose food should he eat?