Demon Concubine, Don't Write.

Hostess: Do you believe there are sharks in the world? Thinking-faced male protagonist: Grilled fish is delicious. … Hostess: Do you believe there are Yu tribes in the world? The male protagonist with slightly twitching eyebrows: The stewed bird meat is also delicious. … The heroine looked helpless: Do you believe the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen? Ma Liang? Man? The male protagonist frowned slightly. "Madam, don't miss him. As a husband, you can touch him. He's definitely not as good-looking as me or as delicious as me." He put her hand on her waist and squeezed it. The heroine's inner MMP: What if I say I'm a monster? Or a fairy? He looked at the heroine up and down: If you are so evil, you must not be a fairy. But a demon? He buried his head in her ear and muttered mysteriously: Madam, no wonder I feel like I have lost my soul every day. "So you are a little goblin." Hostess: I believed your nonsense, you bad old man, very bad.