I asked that because I was far too familiar with a scene like this. Wasn't this someone's classic signature dish? And every time, it left me nearly spraying blood seven steps away—of course, it had always been nosebleed blood. So when Sun Moxin pulled this move, was it really strange for me to associate it with her?
After I asked her that, Sun Moxin grew a little embarrassed. The hand that had been tugging at her Taoist robe and undergarment turned into a "shield" held protectively before her chest. Her expression looked somewhat awkward as she murmured, "Big Brother Xia... don't you like it...?"
Faced with that question, I immediately coughed a few times. To say I didn't like it would have been impossible, and claiming I didn't would obviously be a lie, wouldn't it? But I couldn't exactly shout out, shamelessly and plainly, that I liked it. Being taken for some kind of pervert would be bad.
Seeing that I didn't answer for quite a while, Sun Moxin said somewhat disappointedly, "I knew it... Big Brother Xia definitely isn't that kind of person. But so many of the things she said about you were true. She also said you liked looking at this the most. I... I hesitated for a long time before doing this in front of you..."
"Huh? Who? Who told you that?!" The moment I heard this, my eyes lit up. Sun Moxin jumped in fright and said, "It... it was Sister Han..."
"Sister Han? Han Shanshan? How old is she, anyway!" My expression became complicated, a picture of helpless amusement, but inwardly I was overjoyed. Without a doubt, aside from Han Shanshan, that wild-brained, overly familiar woman, no one else would have dared teach her something like this.
Although Sun Moxin's gentle temperament had a