654 Nothing but Faithful Hands

After the poem was read, the entire room was quiet.

Zhang Zian sincerely hoped that he was the only one who understood the dirty poem, otherwise it'd so embarrassing.　　

Fina and the others didn't understand it, but judging from Richard's smirk and Zhang Zian's embarrassed face, they could guess that it wasn't a decent poem.　　

"Meow! What does the poem mean?" Snowy Lionet asked.　　

"Quack! It's fine if you don't understand it. The poem is from A Collection of Classic Chinese Jokes, so it's out of date. To make it modern, I made some revisions. Please, listen," Richard shrank its neck and cleverly dodged a slipper that Zhang Zian threw, then it continued:

"Sitting alone at the desk, my hands are my wives. I'll never mention this to anybody;　

A Japanese girl on the screen, tissues lined up on the desk.　　

Up and down, the story gets better. Fast and quick, my eyes are misty;　　

As drops fall on the floor, millions of offspring turn into mud!"