"You mean to say, when you were gliding through the fields as a dragon, you suddenly felt that the vines were insulting you, and when you couldn't take it anymore and wanted to argue, you discovered they were cursing this woman for being a crazy old lady who plays with fire and wets the bed?"
In the room, Zhou Li squatted on the table in a thinker's pose and calmly said:
"Joan of Arc, when did you learn the phrase 'plays with fire and wets the bed'?"
"Three days ago."
Joan of Arc answered quickly and earnestly, "You said it when you blew up the toilet. You told me I don't have an excretory function and won't wet the bed, so you let me play with fire instead."
Zhou Li's facial expression stiffened.
"If you dare laugh, I'll beat you until you wet the bed yourself."
Turning his head, Zhou Li kindly reminded Li Bin.
Sweat immediately began to stream down Li Bin's face.
Shit, he'd definitely do it.
