Looking at Yin Xiaofan's silly appearance, who didn't even know he was bleeding from the nose, Guan Lingyu immediately realized something was amiss upon locking eyes with him.
"What are you looking at?" Noticing Yin Xiaofan's gaze was fixed on his own body, particularly a certain part in his eyes, Guan Lingyu's face suddenly turned red, and he placed his hands in front of his chest.
This act of crossing his arms seemed to accentuate, revealing more and causing Yin Xiaofan to immediately bug out his eyes, wishing he could jump up.
This was simply like a big milk cow, the future children of Guan Lingyu wouldn't have to worry about going hungry—feeding three or four would pose no problem.
If anyone could marry Guan Lingyu, that would really be something, but Guan Lingyu was so cold and lacked any womanly charms, ordinary people wouldn't dare marry him, if only for gentleness.
"I was thinking," Yin Xiaofan replied to God.
