Looking at Zhao Jinger playing with a computer, Guan Yu leaned on Zhao Jinger and stretched his hand directly along Zhao Jinger's clothes. He leaned on her and put his hand on Zhao Jinger's soft stomach.

Zhao Jinger had a sudden fever on her little face. After a quiet glance at Guan Yu, she held her small mouth and lowered her head to move her mouse, but... The crisp electric current from Guan Yu's big hand made the little girl unable to calm down.

Fortunately, the treatment did not last long, and after only ten seconds, the treatment was over.

Guan Yu gently smiled and pulled his arm out of...