"Heh, enjoy your rewards while you can. You'll be dead soon anyway."
"Brother Wen, I want you to hold my hand." Luo Daimei spoke shyly, grabbing Tang Wen's hand.
"I'd better hold yours, then, so people won't say you're throwing yourself at me. How embarrassing would that be for Great Chu's greatest genius?"
"You're awful. So what if I'm throwing myself at you? Didn't you say I'd long since lost all shame?"
"Hahaha, neither of us has any shame.
"Look, they're all saying this is our last supper.
"In that case, shall we go inside and have a proper feast?" Tang Wen slipped an arm around Luo Daimei's waist and headed into the restaurant.
Luo Daimei shivered at once, but she did not pull away, letting Tang Wen lead her toward the restaurant with his arm around her.
She even cast a slightly smug glance at Gongsun Jiuniang, who walked beside Tang Wen.
But Gongsun Jiuniang remained expressionless, acting as though she saw nothing, leaving Luo Daimei feeling defeated.
It was like trying to hit someone, only to punch empty air and hit absolutely nothing. Wouldn't that feel awful?
After all, women were jealous by nature, and Gongsun Jiuniang's looks were hardly inferior to Luo Daimei's. As for martial arts, they were about equal too.
Gongsun Jiuniang also possessed the air of a mature woman, the sort men preferred.
After all, Luo Daimei knew perfectly well that she was still too green, so she felt very displeased.
Thus, Luo Daimei became even more intimate with Tang Wen, almost leaning her entire body against him.
From time to time, she even leaned close to Tang Wen's ear, smiling sweetly. But Gongsun Jiuniang had clearly seen through her tricks long ago and remained expressionless, acting as though she saw nothing.
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