Once again, he aimed his spear at Zhao Jinger, and Guan Yu could not help it.

"What are you talking about?" Guan Yu leaned behind Zhao Jinger and looked at Feng Xin coldly. From Zhao Jinger's trembling shoulders and fearful eyes, Guan Yu felt her shyness and fear.

"My last statement is not what you think! If you don't believe it, what do you want to hear? What kind of results do you want? You want to listen to me, I like her, I deliberately come to take advantage of her, right? Ok... I like her, I like Jinger's body, I love touching her, okay? If I can't, I'll tell...