"Why do you think they are afraid of me?"
"That's respect for the general." Lin Zhiyu opened his eyes and told lies.
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She secretly glanced at Lin Zhiyu, and for some reason, she felt more and more that Lin Zhiyu was astonishingly beautiful. She was not as charming as a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, nor as wild as a woman from northern Xinjiang. Her face was sharp and angular, and she had a heroic spirit of her own. Her waist seemed to be just a handful, but her overall figure did not appear delicate.
As expected of someone who has been fighting all year round, despite his slender figure, he still looks very healthy and strong.
Tsk tsk.
Zhang Yin looked at herself again and found that she was okay. After all, this body was not that of her lazy self. She had always exercised her body, so it was naturally not bad.
Comparing again, wow, the breasts are not as big as Lin Zhiyu's. This general is not good.
Intention: There is no superiority between men and women and no inferiority between women and men. Everyone has to earn their own status.