"What about it?" Bo Silin looked into her dark eyes and his throat tightened.
The look in Su Feifei's eyes seemed to be different from before.
Su Feifei only had this expression when she saw rabbits. Was his current status almost the same as a rabbit's?
Following that, a cold voice also sounded. She pressed on his shoulder and didn't move. The words that couldn't be more ordinary came out of her mouth, but they were particularly tense.
"How many girlfriends have you had?"
Bo Silin immediately looked up and smirked.
He turned his defense into an attack and made a turn.
Su Feifei's long hair fell.
"Are you curious?" He asked.
Su Feifei's gaze slid down from his lips to his throat.
She didn't answer for some reason.
Bo Silin's peripheral vision had already caught sight of a particularly conspicuous figure outside the tent. The one with three hairs on his head was obviously Qi Zhuliang.
