"Shall I recite a poem or play a word game for you?" asked Tong Sanlang.
He was both literate and skilled in martial arts, but his abilities were insignificant to Qiao Xiaomai, who had seen many splendid performances in her previous life.
The lovely girl was worldly and hard to appease.
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"Who needs you to recite poems and play word games?" Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes, pointing to the small fish and snails in the basin in front of her, "Come, clean these up for me!"
"Sure." Tong Sanlang moved swiftly to sit on the small bench, scraping the scales and cleaning the insides of a small fish, his handsome face breaking into a slight smile, "I enjoy assisting you."
"Stop with your sweet talk."
So annoying!
The better he behaved at this moment, the more she couldn't help but think of Yang Ye's test the day before. She couldn't bear the idea of anything happening to him!