A cold smile appeared on Xue Ji's lips. The tip of her index finger spun around the rim of her teacup. "Having fun? In what way are you going to invite me to have some fun?"
The perverted man named Zhuge Shenghai bowed in front of Xue Ji. His indecent gaze was directed at Xue Ji's slender neck, then down towards her protruding chest.
"Of course, by satisfying you in bed," whispered Zhuge Shenghai with a grin.
"That's not the way to have fun, Master," Xue Ji said expressionlessly. The tea water in the cup swirled with the movement of her fingertips without anyone noticing.
The foolish Zhuge Shenghai became interested in Xue Ji's words. He immediately asked, "Then how is Young Lady supposed to have fun?"
The corner of Xue Ji's lips lifted to the side. Her eyes suddenly turned cold. In the next second, the tea water in her cup rose into the air to form the tip of a small arrow. The water arrows shot lightning fast into Zhuge Shenghai's eyes.