Qiao Jiusheng's expression was terrible. She pursed her lips and continued, "I also had an impulse to cut off Fang Mu's dick."
Fang Yusheng was stunned.
He suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
"It's good to have such an idea," he calmly said. After he said those words, he remained silent for a moment before continuing in a serious tone, "You can just practice such an idea in your head. Don't be rash!"
Qiao Jiusheng said, "Of course. Even I find it dirty to touch that thing."
Fang Yusheng's back went numb again.
The two of them returned to the small courtyard in silence. Aunt Jin was in the courtyard selecting soybeans. She wanted to make some bean sprouts. When she saw the couple coming back, she quickly stood up and asked, "Young Master Yusheng, Madam, are you full? Do you want to eat some supper?" Every time they went to the main house, Fang Yusheng did not have much of an appetite. Aunt Jin was used to preparing a small meal for him.
