There's an old saying that goes, "You can rely on a man as much as a sow can climb a tree," which fits quite well.
But now Ye Ling fully grasped another saying: If women were reasonable, boars would climb trees too, and even do backflips and 360-degree mid-air turns.
"Forget it, forget it, Xiao Bai, aren't you coming over quickly? Do you want to die in gentle arms?" Ye Ling shook his head, deciding to ignore the woman.
After all, I am a man, and I should be magnanimous, absolutely should not be rough with women.
Feeling relieved, Xiao Bai in the green-dressed woman's arms supported itself with its little paws, and a massive force directly shook the woman's arms apart.
Whoosh, a streak of white light landed squarely on Ye Ling's shoulder: "Squeak squeak, that scared the hell out of me, not even dense fur, and so ugly too."
"Fur? Geez, you really have a heavy taste, you know? If you ask me, you're just right for that big bald guy to take you away!" Ye Ling's mouth twitched.
