"Well…" Mag suddenly felt sorry for him. Seems like it's not that he can't keep it in his pants. He is like this because of his wife, who must be really lustful.
Yabemiya didn't understand. "What do you mean, sir? We don't sell drugs here," she said solemnly.
She didn't know why he was kneeling before Mag, but she wouldn't allow anyone to speak ill of their restaurant.
Mag and Vicennio turned to look at the innocent girl, and exchanged a glance. They didn't know how to explain this to her.
Mag held out a hand. "Let me help you up first, sir. I didn't add any kind of drugs into the food. I swear it on my restaurant," he said seriously. "But each dish has a special effect, and roujiamo can get your adrenaline pumping and charge you up for your work."
Yet his wife didn't need to work. She had to burn her energy through s*x.
