Feng Qing sized Xie Jiuhan up and widened her eyes. She opened her mouth and exclaimed, "Yo, yo, yo! Your style today is too unique. There's a hint of sweetness and cuteness in it. If March could cultivate into a human, he would probably look like you now, right?"
Upon hearing this, the veins on Xie Jiuhan's neck twitched violently. His black eyes were filled with manic emotions. "Are you calling me a dog?"
If the woman didn't give him a satisfactory explanation today, he would be prepared to eat dog meat later. The last time he ate dog meat stewed with tofu was five years ago.
Feng Qing understood that it was time to soothe the man's feathers again when she saw her like this. However, when she thought about how she had been cheated so badly by the man previously, she instantly didn't want to soothe him anymore. Hence, she said, "Oh, no, I shouldn't have compared Little Jiu Jiu to March. After all, March is fluffy and chubby. He looks much cuter than you."
