"Lin Mu, what are you up to this time?" Qi Manlin asked warily.
"Uh... I'm not up to anything! Just giving you a shoulder rub, that's all!"
"Nonsense, if you're only giving me a shoulder rub, why are your hands moving further down? Are you trying to touch somewhere else?" Qi Manlin demanded.
"Hehe! You really know me well. How about letting me touch a bit more, huh? My hands have been itching lately." Lin Mu grinned behind Qi Manlin.
"If your hands are itching, rub them against the wall. Try anything funny with me, and I'll cripple your third leg!" Qi Manlin picked up the gun on the table and toyed with it for a few moments.
"Uhh... Manlin, if you cripple my third leg, won't you be the one dying of loneliness later? It's not just mine; it's yours too, so I ought to take good care of it!" Lin Mu grinned.
