"Hooligan?"
Gu Nanfeng's lips curled into a mischievous smile, "If I weren't a hooligan, you wouldn't like me, right? What woman doesn't like a hooligan?"
Han Kekou: "..."
"I, I don't like them!"
That's right, she didn't like hooligans at all, "Hooligans only know how to rape!"
So, you can't rape me!
However...
"If you take the initiative, would I rape?"
What Han Kekou didn't expect was that her normally gentle brother, this time, was very rough, not compromising at all and even assumed the role of hooligan for himself, "If you don't take the initiative, I won't be a hooligan. Where do you think babies come from? Do you really want to taste the sorrow of a widow?"
Huh?
What did the sorrow of a widow taste like?
Before Han Kekou could speak up, the man's deep, laughter-filled voice reached her ears, "Nuannuan is about your age, and the son can not only fetch soy sauce, but he can also scheme. Aren't you in a hurry?"
