Lan Xin Ai hadn't finished speaking when another woman in a peach-colored dress spoke up, seductively stretching her fingers: "The master loves my hands the most. Every night, he needs me to stroke him so he can sleep early."
Lan Xin Ai frowned: "You can leave now."
"Leave? Don't think just because the master likes you, you can do whatever you want. Here, we are the master's most beloved women. Do you think you can compete with three of us!" This time, the woman speaking wore a white dress. Her figure was graceful, her waist even more slender than Lan Xin Ai's, but her chest was the largest among the three women.
"First of all, I don't compete with you. Secondly, I won't compete with you." Lan Xin Ai said helplessly. She's already troubled enough, and now these women who see her as a rival are causing a scene, making her feel overwhelmed.
