These words fell into Li Xiaobao's ears, full of sarcasm to the extreme.
Li Xiaobao felt only irritation in his heart, but on the surface, he could only smile proudly and boast: "San'er, you're joking. Do you think your Brother Bao isn't awesome? When dealing with women, of course, you have to show them your power."
San'er, both admiring and curious, said: "Brother Bao, you are truly brave! Speaking of, Brother Bao, can you teach me a few moves? How did you become so brave? Is there some secret potion, or did you learn some moves?"
"Teach me a couple of moves, so I can also handle my woman at home."
"Go, go, go!" Li Xiaobao waved his hand repeatedly. "This is my innate talent. Do you think you can learn it?"
San'er saw that Li Xiaobao seemed not in a great mood and left with a playful smile.
After San'er left, Li Xiaobao's face turned thoroughly gloomy.
Zhao Yaqian, that wicked woman, was never this passionate when we were together. She was like a dead fish.
