As he was halfway through taking off his clothes, he looked again at the woman lying on the bed with her back to him, gritted his teeth, and continued to undress!
Suddenly, the person on the bed turned around, propped her head with one hand, with a leering expression, and even whistled like a rogue.
"Not bad, Master Lianger? This figure, tut tut tut! I suddenly have a craving for chicken."
Like a white-cut chicken, among the six troublesome ones at home, Shu Yu had the weakest physique. But this was understandable, after all, Shu Yu had been ill for many years. Even the youngest, Yixuan, had a defined physique, while Shu Yu looked like a white-cut chicken. His skin was so fair, his body lines also very smooth, but compared to his other brothers, he lacked pectoral and abdominal muscles, yet his shoulders and waistline were very attractive. His legs were long and slender too.
Shu Yu paused, then was so angry that his face almost started to steam.
