"Eighth Master, you flatter me too much."
Looking at those yellow plated teeth so close to her, in a flash, Su Yue'er managed to snap her hand free, barely stopping herself from slapping him right across the face.
Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself at the last moment.
Instead, she gently patted Eighth Master's chest, "Eighth Master, you have such a sturdy physique, truly rare in this world! Here, let Yue'er toast you with a glass of wine."
As long as she could dodge his lewd gaze and the constant harassment of his salty pig's hands, toasting him with a glass of wine would be nothing. Even ten glasses!
Having a beauty pour wine for him?
Eighth Master was immediately ecstatic!
Hurriedly, he retook his seat, his expression monkey-rushed.
"Quick, quick, fill it up."
He's completely forgotten about Su Sikong who is standing nearby!
He might have forgotten, but Su Sikong hadn't.