Chapter 382: May I ask: what else is there besides instant noodles, keyboards, durians, abacuses, washboards...?

The dancing girl sneered secretly, twisted her waist a couple of times, stood up straight, and said to Gu Xiaoer, "Oh, little sister. Sincerely, I advise you that it is very normal for men to seek enjoyment after hard work, so why make a fuss?"

Acting like she's on some fact-finding mission, as if everyone buys her act!

Gu Xiaoer blinked, only realizing the other party was speaking to her before dazedly pulling Ai Le, "Am I making a fuss?"

Wasn't she perfectly calm just now?

"Not at all." Ai Le assuredly shook her head, playing along.

"Hehe…" The dancing girl wanted to continue, but her body suddenly froze from a blast of cold air, and then she heard a masculine voice, edged with ice, slice through the air.

"Get lost!"

She shuddered, turned around, and realized the "Get lost" was directed at her.

This man!

I was clearly speaking in his defense, okay? How is it that men can be so unappreciative at to get mad at the little fresh meat?