"I just think it's a pity. Finally we got a batch of new players, and now they're just gonna die. What a waste," Sun Jing said.
Miss Ma shot him a glare, grabbed her clothes and got up. "I think you just fancy those female players, huh? Men are hilarious—can control their brains, but not what's below the waist!"
Sun Jing pulled her over, rubbing her smooth shoulder. "I'm all about you, you know that? Look at the others in this building—how many women haven't they slept with? Only me, from start to finish, only you."
Miss Ma snorted, satisfied, leaning against him. "I'm getting old, staying in this damned place with wind and sun all day, of course I can't compete with those young girls, not to mention the one with the limp. But I saw you, your eyes nearly popped looking at that Zhou girl."
Sun Jing teased, "It's been a long time since we've seen outsiders, and you won't even let me look?"
