"No way!" You stretched out five fingers and smeared a bear face on Xiao Feng, "Can you be serious for once, kid? Don't let others look down on you."
But this guy was still persistent, "What about aunts and young ladies? I can accept anyone under forty."
"Good grief, you really have a heavy taste."
Lin Panxia showed a look of disgust, then took Zhao'er's little hand and followed Wu Qiyao into the store.
As the three women entered the store, Xiao Feng hooked his arm around your neck and whispered, "Hey, bro, where did you abduct such a fairy-like girl from? Just one glance at her is unforgettable for a lifetime."
You scratched your head, feeling somewhat conflicted.
To be honest, you've never kept anything from Xiao Feng since you were kids. You two practically grew up in the same pair of open-crotch pants, to put it crudely, he knows which way your toes point, and you know how many curly hairs are in his nostrils.
