"Guihua ah."
"Guihua? Yin! Gui! Hua!?"
"Yeah," Zhao'er nodded very seriously, completely oblivious to the fact that you were grinding your teeth, "Guihua said that no man is not lustful. If I dressed like the women on TV, Yun would spend more time with me."
Zhao'er's words made you swallow the retort that was on the tip of your tongue.
That's right.
Ever since you acknowledged Zhao'er as your girlfriend, there seemed to be a lack of actions typical for boyfriends and girlfriends between you two, such as dating, eating out.
Huh?
Wait, did Zhao'er just say dress like the women on TV?
On TV?
What the heck! Yin Guihua, you lech-erous woman!
You hurriedly grabbed Zhao'er's tender little hand and asked, "What kind of TV does that Yin Guihua usually show you?"
Zhao'er thought for a moment, extending her slender right finger and gently touching the palm of her left hand: "Song Zhongji, Du Minjun, Hyun Bin, Qingshui Jian, Yuan Lin, Ji Sung, Tony Tanimoto, Kwon Sangwoo, Nam Kaye..."
