Little girl, can't you tell this is diplomatic language?
Where, where.
I'm not an eight-year-old kid anymore, you can't trust a woman's words. Can you guarantee that after I describe everything in detail, you won't tell your husband who practices Sanda?
Eighteen years old, afraid of East University's selfie stick.
"Ahem, teacher, you've got the face of the moon and flowers, looks really awesome." Jiang Nian mumbled, "It's just the school rules holding us down, otherwise each and every one of us wouldn't be able to focus on studying."
Zhuang Wenqian felt like he was swearing very crudely, but had no evidence, so she squinted her eyes and touched her chin.
"Jiang Nian, you're not a good person either."
"Teacher, do you know this is the aluminum copper gesture?" Jiang Nian gestured the gun hand movement while touching the chin, directly changing the topic, "Could it be..."
"What?" Qianbao couldn't keep up with his jumping thoughts, bewildered.
