Then, with a light kick, he used his toe to push the door shut, completely closing off the twisted face outside.
His tone was as calm as if he were saying "the weather is nice today."
Not "I really like your wife."
For a moment, Qian Jin didn't even know which anger to feel first.
He breathed heavily, like a diesel engine that had overheated and stalled, sputtering oil while starting up.
Qi Sui turned around and leaned her back against the door.
Silence outside.
She stared fixedly at the man before her.
Xiang Yu looked back at her calmly.
Then.
The man quickly winked his left eye.
It was a simple, fleeting, comical expression.
Like some silent hint between them.
Qi Sui curled her lips and raised an eyebrow.
"General Manager Xiang, isn't this defamation of character?"
"No, it's subduing the enemy without fighting." The man adjusted his posture from stepping on the door to standing upright, answering without a hint of embarrassment.
Qi Sui sighed.
"I am in awe of your thick skin."
"Is that so?" Xiang Yu said. "Then do you like it?"
"That's really great." He intoned, but his tone remained unchanged.
He turned and walked back to the sofa to sit down.
Straightening his back, his heart was filled with empty pride.
How to describe this pride?
Got it.
Xiang Yu thought, this must be the feeling of a scumbag getting away with it.
This feeling was both shameful and irresistibly pleasurable.
He complacently smoothed the wrinkles on his chest caused by his movements, leaning back into the sofa as if he were the master of the room, unaware that this expression only made him look more like a peacock displaying its feathers.
Having taken off his light-colored trench coat, Xiang Yu was wearing a pure black thin shirt made of very soft material, which clearly outlined the contours of his body.
Qi Sui's gaze involuntarily fell on his chest. It was full but round and smooth, with no awkward protrusions.
Actually, she had wanted to ask for a long time.
Now seemed like a good opportunity.
So she spoke up:
"I have a question."
Xiang Yu crossed his hands, making a gesture of "I'm all ears."
Qi Sui continued:
"About your dressing style."
Qi Sui raised both hands, palms outward, then turned her wrists to make a gesture of cupping her chest, then stared at the man's chest and made her impertinent remark.
"Do you—also wear a bra?"
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Author's Note: Hehe, hehe...
Boss Xiang has great capacity; how could us mere mortals fathom it?
Suisui, please ask him to teach you!
Dear readers, can you guess Boss Xiang's secret? Hmph, hmph, hmph!