"Recommendations?" An Xi gave him a surprised look. "You offer that kind of special service too?"
"Hm?"
Chu Sheng frowned slightly. "Young lady, that sounded a little ambiguous."
As he spoke, he looked her up and down a few times, then said thoughtfully, "Still, if you need that, give me two Supernatural Materials and wash yourself properly, and I suppose I could oblige."
Although he was in the business of fusing Sacrificial Items, customers didn't come along all the time. At times like these, he needed new revenue streams.
Selling himself wasn't out of the question. It wasn't as if he would lose out.
At his words, An Xi's face instantly flushed bright red.
Not from embarrassment, but from anger.
"What do you mean?!"
"Are you saying I'm dirty?!"
"Or that I smell?!"
At that moment, An Xi resembled an enraged white tiger, ready to reach out and strangle him at any second.
"Not at all." Chu Sheng waved a hand. "You don't smell."
"But..."
He glanced at An Xi's washboard chest. "A little small. I'm not that interested."
"Go to hell!"
Unable to stand it any longer, An Xi lunged at Chu Sheng and clamped both hands around his neck.
But the seats left a gap between them. Chu Sheng ducked his head and pushed her straight back.
Then he tried to change the subject. "Never mind that. Here's my recommendation."
Without waiting for An Xi to react, he pulled a notebook from beneath the seat and wrote the word "fly" on it.
An Xi laughed in anger.
"That's your recommendation?! A word on a piece of paper?"
"Of course." Chu Sheng paid no mind to her sarcasm.
"I've tested this myself."
"Guaranteed to work!"
"The reason more items are better when fusing Sacrificial Items is that this ability