Pan Shao Favored Her Alone and Established Wu Nu

Lifting iron in the gym, running wild with salt pills and energy bars on his back, and supported by various martial arts, Liu Xiaorao seems to have lived to be over thirty years old, but still has not met the destined person again. "I'm just worrying, girl. I'm a naturally beautiful woman with an acquired shape. Am I still worried that I won't be able to tie a hairy boy to the horse pole?" "Sister, with your strength, you were almost flirted with by someone of the same sex in the gym, and you still flirted with a man? Just don't let mom worry about your sexual orientation. Besides, there was once..." "Get out!" Xiaorao stared at his fiery eyes under his raised eyelashes and shouted at his younger brother Liu Hetao. His face was flushed with suppressed blood at this moment. Obviously, the story behind "once" made her even more angry. The sweat on her chest was dripping down, and Xiaorao stopped the stopwatch. She had been lying on the plank for more than ten minutes, but she frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied. She grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat, then kicked her brother's butt, "Your sister, the man I want must be a Khan-like figure with a strong back, a bow and a bow, a man with thin arms and legs, and a whistling man with a small flower roll on his head. From now on, don't try to lure him home in any other way." Who would have thought that later, a man who seemed out of place, with no qualifications from nose hair to leg hair, walked into Liu Xiaorao's life...