Li Xuefei is climbing up from the ground, blushing, but also rubbing his little buttocks with his hands, gnashing his teeth, a murderous look.

The sixth man was startled and wondered why he had just left for a little while.

"Nothing. You're busy going by yourself." Li Xuefei waved his hand, his face impatient, and a trace of embarrassment.

"Is there a contradiction with Yang Luo?" The old six blinked his eyes and did not leave immediately. Instead, he broke the casserole and asked, "Is that kid bullying you?"

"On the contrary, the boy took chicken feathers as arrows, and now bullied you on the head, too bold. You wait,...