C653 Women's Logic

A beating.

Roughly an hour later, Aunt Qing glared at me with a wronged expression, like a bullied wife.

As for me, I am naturally just like a little kid, coaxing Aunt Qing to be happy. I said that Aunt Qing is really beautiful, really sexy, just like an eighteen year old little girl who couldn't let go of me …

Under the series of bombardment of my sugar-coated artillery shells