"Tell me, why did you go to Qingfeng Pavilion? Does Jinshu know?" Mo Xiaofeng's eyes burned Zhu Manman's skin like fire.
Zhu Manman said in a voice as loud as a mosquito buzzing, "Looking for a man."
"Pa," tea was scattered all over the floor. Mo Xiaofeng was about to be pissed off by the uninhibited and slutty woman across from her. Her voice was even louder and scary. "Looking for a man? Your brocade book is not enough? Are you looking for a man? How can you do it?"
Zhu Manman was stunned for a short while, then he started to find his own place and said back, "Mo Xiaofeng, why do I have to do with you? You take care of yourself, I am capable? What can you do?" However, under Mo Xiaofeng's terrifying aura, he was still handsome for less than three seconds, and explained weakly, "I am looking for a man because I have a village that needs some young men to perform tea art, but good-looking men can only be found there."
Mo Xiaofeng felt a little better after hearing this. She didn't ask what her Zhuangzi did, but quietly asked, "How many?"
"Ah? How many?"
"Man." Mo Xiaofeng's expression turned ugly again.
"Oh oh oh, five, only five!" In order to emphasize, Zhu Manman gestured with one hand. By coincidence, the hand he stretched out just touched Mo Xiaofeng's solid chest muscles.
Zhu Man was very happy, wow, the general's chest muscles felt so good through his clothes.