"Bro, what's integrity? Can you eat it? There aren't any outsiders here." Yingtao's cheeks were a flushed pink, and she looked about five or six parts drunk.
Zhao Yang was at a loss for words. Though that might be the case, he, as an older brother, felt very awkward about it.
Yingtao continued, "Bro, what did you mean earlier when you said you'd take care of it? Do you really want to..."
"What? Gather a harem?" Zhao Yang said incredulously.
"Mhm!" Yingtao gently nodded her head.
"Still 'mhm'!" Zhao Yang was on the verge of breaking down because of Yingtao. He sighed and said, "Alright, alright, to stop you from making wild guesses, I'll tell you."
