"Can you stop clowning around?"
Lin Baici checked the jeep's gas tank: "You gave me the first impression of a Yamato Nadeshiko, but now you're more like a comedian!"
Of course, not quite a comedian, but definitely not so gentle and graceful.
"What's wrong with being versatile?"
San Miyairi teased: "A girlfriend with a hundred personalities for you to experience, new surprises every day, you're profiting here!"
Lin Baici opened the gas tank cover and found it empty again.
It's so frustrating!
There are many cars, but none have fuel; seven or eight in a row are like this, it can't be normal.
"Lord Lin, I can be not just a comedian, but an actress too, do you want to try?"
San Miyairi said, pulling her right foot out of the wooden clogs, rubbing Lin Baici's shin: "How to serve a husband is something our Dayao princesses are specially trained in!"
Lin Baici tossed the gas tank cover aside, reached out, grabbed the cherry blossom girl's collar, and pulled her up close.
