Green Plums Are Good at Flirting with Men, but Cold and Sweet Horses Can't Stand It.

"Brother Feng, can you fart? Like this." Mu Shishi put his little fleshy hand on his mouth and made a popping sound. Mo Shifeng looked at her as if she was mentally retarded, "No." "Brother Feng, can you make faces?" Mu Shishi opened his nose, stuck out his tongue, and made an ugly expression. "No." "How come you don't know anything?" Mu Shishi said with disgust. "Brother Feng, will you marry me?" Mu Shishi curved his crescent-like smiling eyes. Mo Shifeng looked tenderly at the girl in front of him who had grown up and became tall and graceful at some time, "Yes."