After explaining everything, Zhou Xinlan said, "Xiao Qian, it's really strange. Little Tian was so impressive in my… on my bed, his thing was like a rolling pin… no, much thicker than a rolling pin!"
"But with other women, he just can't get it up. Why do you think that is?"
Dong Qian laughed herself to death on the phone as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Stop laughing, I'm not joking, I'm serious, and I'm almost worried to death! Little Tian is handsome, sensible, and very filial to me. He's great in every way, but if his problem can't be cured, then it really would be awful," Zhou Xinlan said urgently.
Dong Qian laughed for a while longer before she finally had enough.
Gasping for breath, she said, "Xiao Lan, isn't it obvious? It must be because you've scared him and left him with some psychological trauma, so he only responds when you're gentle with him."
