บท 114: Chapter 113 was not about Guan Xi. No one else could do it

นักเขียน: Nuo Jiuyi เครื่องแปลภาษา

The girl obediently walked over.

When she got closer, she was finally able to see the man's cold and fair face.

She had agreed to come here because of her family. She was prepared to entertain an old man, but to her shock, she was now face-to-face with an extremely good-looking man.

No wonder Shi Budai referred to him as a 'beautiful uncle'.

"Uncle..."

The girl looked at the noble man's face, blushing as she shyly stood in front of him.

Xiao Jiuyan raised his head slightly.

His cold gaze swept over the girl's appearance.

She was wearing a school uniform and hear hair was in pig tails. Her eyes revealed her innocence and nervousness, making her look even smaller than she already was.

He thought of Gu Wenxi. She didn't wear a ponytail. Her long black hair was so soft, and she always liked to tie it into a bun. She always looked young, whether she was wearing a school uniform or not, because of her smooth little face.

Her big black eyes were also filled with innocence and occasionally, silliness.

Xiao jiuyan frowned slightly.

For a moment, the girl in front of him turned to the silly young lady he had at home.

"Uncle, can I... can I start now?"

When Xiao Jiuyan remained quiet, his expression still ice-cold, she became even more nervous.

Suddenly, he replied quietly, "Yes."

The girl took two steps forward, moving to his side.

She sat next to him on the sofa and put her arms around his neck, trying to kiss his lips.

He dodged her effort.

He put two fingers on her lips and said coldly, "Do not do superfluous things."

The girl bowed her head and said, "Yes."

...

For the next ten minutes, no matter what the girl did, Xiao Jiuyan remained impassive.

The girl's blushes have receded and her lips were now pale.

"Uncle, are... are we still going?"

The girl asked nervously.

With his usual cold expression, Xiao Jiuyan said, "No."

The girl felt as if she had been pardoned. She withdrew her hand and settled back to her seat awkwardly.

Xiao Jiuyan sent a message from his phone, his tall body leaning against the back of the couch. His eyes were half-closed and his expression was cold.

Soon, the door of the private room opened.

Shi Budai appeared at the door.

He walked in and asked, "What's wrong, Old Xiao? Did it not work out this time?"

"No, it didn't," Xiao Jiuyan replied faintly.

Shi Budai did not know what to say.

He did not expect this outcome.

This was the greatest shame for a man.

After all these years, the doctors and herbalists treating him haven't found a cure yet.

'Damn it! This must be equivalent to death for him,' Shi Budai thought.

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