Xie Qing's eyes, of course, immediately fixed on Lian Lin's slender and appetizing buttocks. She arched it at such an angle that there was little room for hiding "sensitive areas."
The young man could easily see the red fabric between her legs, and he swallowed. Even for him, a man with thick skin, this situation was unusual, and he felt embarrassed.
"Are you sure?" Xie Qing asked, meeting the girl's gaze: "This... is not a very usual way to get into debt, to be honest."
"Are you suggesting that I'm used to this?" Lian Lin rolled her eyes and snorted, then brushed the green tips of her hair from her face and adjusted her glasses: "I need you to hurry. I've equalized our cultivation levels, so you don't have to worry, I'll feel your filial piety."
"Haha..."
Xie Qing laughed, hearing the part about "filial piety," and a weak smile appeared on Lian Lin's face.