Good grief, what kind of crap logic is that?
"Doting on a woman is just doting on a woman, this kind of nonsensical mess is really low!"
Mu Fan's eye twitched, and he almost threw the chopsticks in his hand at him, "Aren't you the so-called lady-killer? The one who fancies young and old, men and women alike? Nangong Ming, when did you become such a coward, afraid to admit it?"
"Admit what?"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Ming's body stiffened, and the look in his eyes became inexplicably anxious, "Admit that I pity my subordinate? Haven't I already admitted that? I love her... them, do I need to be disgusting about it?"
"We are soldiers, we don't have your kind of sickening lovey-dovey mush after just a meal!"
