Thinking about the little kid, Fatty was reminded of the day he beat up that little kid, when Bonnie cradled the beaten kid in her arms, giving him a side-eye.
Ancestors... Bonnie's towering breasts were trembling as Pipi, this little rascal who played the victim, burrowed into them... Despite the clothes, you could still feel that perky pair. Just looking at those round, soft contours and the undulating waves of those breasts made one's heart race and nosebleed...
"General Tian!" General Fiscella looked at the lasciviously dazed Fatty in front of him with anger, raising his voice once more. He had called three times already.
"Here!" Fatty finally came to his senses and responded loudly. Seeing Fiscella's unfriendly expression, he hastily wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, accompanied by a shy and awkward smile.
