Keke was initially startled, then looked up at him quite earnestly and said, "Can you really tell if something's broken just by touching it?"
Is it that simple?
Pfft, pfft, pfft, what do you mean by that simple, she's already touched, how simple can that be, Keke you lecher—how could you think like that, have you wanted to touch for a long time?
No, no, no, where did she go wrong—after all, he's her brother, how could she have such a perverted thought?
"Well..."
"Just feel it a bit first, and if that doesn't work, we can think of another way, okay?"
As soon as he said that, Gu Nanfeng despised himself for setting such a sleazy trap for her. But whenever he thought of her slender fingers, fair and tender like young green onion, his blood would boil so much that he'd forget what reason was, "After all, I'm your brother, not someone else. Didn't you always want to know what the difference between boys and girls was when you were little? Now I'm offering you the chance, hmm?"
