C32 On How Beggars Get Rich

"Comfortable?" Lin Jinan said softly as he wiped something off his finger.

Li Xiuzhi looked up at the ceiling. His voice was still lingering, "15."

"Young Master, do you want to try again?" Lin Jinan said in surprise. He pursed his lips, "My hands are so sore."

He stood up and stretched his wrist, "Young Master, I can't come anymore."

"I didn't mean that …" Li Xiuzhi was silent