Faced with Zhao Jinger's inquiry to the end, Guan Yu scratched his head with a bitter smile and simply leaned back on the chair: "My feeling... It's after touching a woman's figure that it begins to grow dimly! Then, because of a pair of beautiful little feet, it began.

Zhao Jinger was puzzled and looked sideways at her white feet, which were still dangling in the air. She blinked and blushed. "Brother, what are you talking about?".

Guan Yu looked at Du Xiaojuan's picture and wished he could go forward and pinch the little girl's face. Come on, what am I talking about, or what are you thinking about? I'm...