บท 159: A MAN OF WORD (PART 7)

"Hey handsome, why don't you talk to me?" a customer came and sat beside Xue Lin. She was wearing a red cocktail dress and golden glitter all over her dress. The dress glittered in the golden light. She was wearing smokey eye shadow and red lipsticks. Her left thigh was over the right one and her expression was slightly lustful.

She tried to rub Mo Xuan aka Xue Lin's chest in the flirtiest manner but Xue Lin skillfully caught it and kissed her fingers. Xue Lin seemed experienced dealing with this sort of thing.

Mo Xuan aka Xue Lin asked her softly, "Dearest, why does looking at your fingers remind me of a poem?"

The customer was stunned before smiling. She was curious to know what kind of poem Mo Xuan remembered after seeing her fingers. So she asked, "What kind of poem?"