"You..." Li Fei was totally amused. This little Lolita was so innocent, just like a cup of pure milk, overshadowing Mengniu and Yili. So he said with a laugh, "Because you're a little Huang Mao, not yet developed, get it? I'm different."
"You're the Huang Mao, can't you see my hair is black?"
"Qingyan, stop fussing, he really is a guy."
"Brother Ji, how could you like men?"
Yin Qingyan became increasingly annoyed and uncontrollably took out her sword from her shoulder, staring menacingly at Li Fei, "Dare to sleep with my Brother Ji, I'll eradicate you root and branch!"
Eradicate… Hearing this, Li Fei couldn't help but sweat. Was this little girl serious? She actually drew her sword.
This was no joke; in a flash, a man's most important part could be gone. Since this little Lolita was Ji Yin Zhen's junior sister, her kung fu must not be too shabby either, and that sword, sparkling, immediately illuminated most of the room.
