"What do you mean?"

Zhao Bin's embarrassing expression looked at Lindy in front of him. He could not help pinching a cold sweat in his heart. He was holding each other's hands and became a little stiff.

If any man is allowed to pass on his ancestral lineage, he will sweat with a knife. After all, no one wants to be the last eunuch in this century.

"Want to procrastinate?"

Lin Di's mouth rose slightly, showing a sly smile, and she had long recognized Zhao Bin's idea.

Zhao Bin was never so active at first, but when she left, Zhao Bin was so active and obviously tired of cats.

Zhao...