Lu Fengxuan moved the cotton swab to a scar on his arm.
"What feelings can I have when you're all black and blue, looking just like dyed pork? Would you feel anything for a piece of pork?"
As she spoke, she seriously raised her eyes to look at him, as if she was deliberately waiting for him to reply.
Yu Chiyin's handsome face turned pale, "Does pork have a body as good-looking as mine? Wait, are you comparing me to a pig?"
He was so annoyed that he followed her words without thinking, and after saying it, he realized something was wrong, so his face turned even darker.
"Turn around, time to paint another side of the meat." Lu Fengxuan patted his arm, finally relaxing the frown that had been on her face for so long.
Her face was serious, but the corners of her lips were already involuntarily curling up.
Yu Chiyin was turning around, not seeing the fleeting smile on her face, her mood had already brightened.
Meanwhile, he was grumbling discontentedly,
