Can't Take My Eyes Off You

He cast a casual glance, and by chance, he saw Chu Sheng's underpants wrapped in a clear bag. The laces were dark. He had no idea that her often tightly-wrapped clothing would be so sexy below it.

It was difficult to entice someone like her.

Chu Sheng sat down on the couch after giving Chen Xuyao a stern look. She reached into her pocket for a pen and paper. She was going to stoop to write when Chen Xuyao removed the pen and paper.

"Why do you still need to write? Just use sign language. I can translate if they don't understand you." Crossing his legs, Chen Xuyao sat close to Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng gave Chen Xuyao a stern look while making hand motions. Then, she waited for Chen Xuyao to translate for her before turning to face him.

Chen Xuyao poured himself a cup of tea. He lowered his head and was about to drink it when he changed directions midway. He pushed the cup in front of Chu Sheng. He said, "Your hand gestures are just for show, but the words Chen Xuyao is mentally retarded are written on your face. Did I translate that correctly?"

Chu Sheng's face went rigid. She was speechless.

He did translate it correctly.

'Oh, no! He actually translated it right, damn it! Oh, dear!'

"All right, let's get to work."

Chen Xuyao patted Chu Sheng's thigh; he took the chance to touch her. He loved the hot weather in the south. The summer there was always particularly long. Therefore, girls always wore skirts.

Chu Sheng sitting next to him in a skirt was to his liking. He would occasionally even touch her hands and thighs. It was much more gratifying to see her expression of rage and helplessness.

Jiang Yao sat next to Lu Xingzhi in silence. She pondered whether she needed to make a noise to demonstrate that she and Lu Xingzhi existed as she watched them make out.

They should not assume that she was blind to Chen Xuyao's exploitation of Chu Sheng. She had no idea Chen Xuyao would pursue someone with such a brazen attitude.

"Let's talk business now." While trying to contain her laughter, Jiang Yao asked, "By the way, where is the suicide note? Do you still have it?"

Chu Sheng made clear that she desired to read the suicide note. Lu Xingzhi had returned the suicide note ahead of time.

"How much content have you recovered?"

Jiang Yao gazed at the suicide letter with a slight frown. The smell of blood was less overpowering than before as time passed, and it was exposed to more air.

"Recovery is challenging due to the insufficient equipment in the city."

Lu Xingzhi shook his head. "He said he still needs time to try other methods."

"It's okay. I'll just look at the handwriting."

Chu Sheng signed, and Chen Xuyao, a competent translator, translated.

"I can understand it."

Jiang Yao smiled. "Chen Xuyao, you should drink some water for now. I'm sure Xingzhi can understand her just fine."

"Why do you have me, Jiang Yao? So callous!" Chen Xuyao shrugged. After seeing Chu Sheng's eye roll, he made a zipping motion in front of his mouth and took the teacup. He lowered his head and drank some water.

Chu Sheng picked up the suicide letter and read it cover to cover, taking her time. She closed her eyes and continued to sit there. Nobody was aware of her thoughts.

She eventually opened her eyes and was greeted with three sets of perplexed eyes. "I am emulating the emotion of the owner of this letter when he was composing this suicide note," she said with a smile. "What would I be thinking if I were writing a suicide note? What kind of mood would I need to write this entirely?"