Chapter 971: Chapter 971 I’m Flirting with You_1 Chapter 971: Chapter 971 I’m Flirting with You_1 “You don’t have a superpower, nor do you possess the miracle of the Spiritual Spring Divine Liquid; you don’t even know how to fight or how to make gunpowder, but you are also amazing. It’s this little mountain village that has hidden your shine. If you were born in the Capital City, you would absolutely outshine everyone there.”

Tong Sanlang stared at Qiao Xiaomai’s face, praising her very seriously.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She rolled her eyes, “I never thought about comparing myself to her. After all, she came from a chaotic era, and it was normal for her to raise an army and vie for the world in those circumstances.”

“I come from a prosperous era, and having traveled to this time, I have space to exhibit my skills, and I’m quite satisfied with that.”

She didn’t care to compare herself to Liuli.

They were simply not the same type.

“You’re better than her, kind-hearted.” Tong Sanlang continued to praise.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, “I can also take revenge on society.”

“You take revenge on me and see.”

Qiao Xiaomai nodded immediately, “Alright.”

She lifted her hand and put away all the firearms and explosives, then she sat down by the heated brick bed, put on her shoes, and prepared to head to the door, “I’ll go out for a walk. You stay put in the room.”

Tong Sanlang, “… Come back!”

Leaving him alone here was indeed a kind of revenge on society.

Qiao Xiaomai paused her steps, looking at him with a smile, “Any other orders?”

“My back’s sore from sitting, give me a massage.”

“Got it!” Qiao Xiaomai immediately took off her shoes and climbed onto the heated brick bed. She hugged Tong Sanlang, turning him over to lie face down on the bed, “Luckily, I’m strong, otherwise it would be troublesome now.”

“Yes.” Remembering the scene of Qiao Xiaomai carrying him to the toilet that morning, Tong Sanlang felt somewhat embarrassed.

“How’s that? Is the pressure just right?” Qiao Xiaomai straddled his thighs, massaging his lower back.

“Comfortable.” Tong Sanlang squinted his eyes.

All the strength in his body seemed to have drained away, and his limbs felt as though they were each tied to a mountain, making even sitting exhausting.

Now, Qiao Xiaomai’s soft hands were pressing on and off the sore spots, dissolving the discomfort and leaving only a pleasant relaxation.

“My skills aren’t bad, right?”

“If you opened a shop, business would surely boom,” Tong Sanlang gave high praise.

“Forget it, my only customer in this lifetime is you,” Qiao Xiaomai said, and then playfully smacked his buttocks.

Tong Sanlang “…”

He wanted to turn his head and scold Qiao Xiaomai with his gaze, “I’m not a child anymore!”

Spanking?

He wasn’t Dami!

Tong Sanlang, “… Your way of taking revenge on society is quite something.”

“Who’s taking revenge on society? I just think you won’t be in such a position again, so I’m taking advantage of the opportunity to tease you a bit,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a grin.

“What kind of skill is it over clothes? If you dare, strip off my clothes,” Tong Sanlang challenged.

“And then should I sit on top and do the work myself?” Qiao Xiaomai retorted with a scoff, “I’ve already seen through your ploy!”

Tong Sanlang, “… How did you know I was… excited?”

“If I teased you like this and you felt nothing, then our ‘seven-year itch’ would be arriving ahead of schedule,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a smile.