Hearing Li Feng's words, Zhou Ziyin was stunned and asked with a full head of black lines, "What does understanding women have to do with understanding flowers?"
"Of course, there's a connection! Women are like flowers, and flowers like women! Each woman is actually a flower, as long as you understand women, you understand flowers!"
A sly smile appeared on Li Feng's lips, his hand gently brushed over the petals of the Fox-tail Lily, and he took a deep sniff at the flower, his face full of intoxication:
"Just like this Fox-tail Lily, it actually represents Miss Zhou! Noble, glamorous, yet full of charm and vitality!"
At this moment, the black lines on Zhou Ziyin's head became even thicker.
However, him sniffing the Fox-tail Lily made Zhou Ziyin feel as if Li Feng was sniffing her own body.
"This bastard!"
Zhou Ziyin clenched her teeth in anger, knowing this bastard was just teasing her on purpose.
