"Tang Rao, you scoundrel!"
Zhang Kexin didn't intentionally mean to touch Tang Rao. In other words, who does Tang Rao think he is? In front of a little fairy, Tang Rao is nothing but a greasy middle-aged uncle. Even if a fairy touches an uncle, she should be forgiven, but if Tang Rao touches a fairy, it would be unforgivable. His actions, or even having such thoughts, would get him tied up and dunked into a pig cage.
"Looks like you're choosing the second option, to take responsibility for me!"
A sinister smile spread across his face as he completely unveiled his intensely evil thoughts to Zhang Kexin: "Little girl, I've pretty much had it by now. Anyway, neither my body nor mind are satisfied with the massage. You took advantage of me. For someone like me who values integrity, it leaves an indelible shadow. Next, I'll just go ask your grandfather about the wedding customs in your family."
