"Are all men no good?"
Staring at the line of graceful writing on the Red Tag in Leng Bingqing's hands, Jiang Lin's mouth fell slightly open before he sank into deep thought.
Ah, this...
Was Leng Bingqing talking about me?
Something was off.
How was I no good?
These days, I had been the very embodiment of a warm-hearted man. I brought her breakfast every day, asked after her with tender concern, and told her to drink more hot water. Even when Little Fatty invited me to a brothel, I...
All right, I had still gone.
But I had only gotten a massage and listened to some songs. I hadn't had any deeper exchanges with those girls.
There was nothing I could do about it. Nighttime entertainment in this world was too scarce, so I could only listen to a few songs.
But! Although I, Jiang Yida, visited brothels, toyed with girls' feelings, and struck up conversations from time to time, I was a good man!
Jiang Lin felt a little aggrieved.
However, just as Jiang Lin was still thinking, I, Jiang Yida, am a good man, but no one understands how good I am, Leng Bingqing turned around, pressed the Red Tag against her chest, and raised her lovely head. As if nothing had happened, she said softly, "I... I'm done writing."
"Ah... Mm. Then let's go hang up the Red Tags."
"Mm."
The good man Jiang Lin led the adorably naive and easily deceived Leng Bingqing toward the Great Banyan Tree.
Who knew how many circles of people had gathered outside that Great Banyan Tree? Everyone could see people constantly throwing Red Tags upward.
One arc after another whipped through the air.
From time to time, one could even see girls from the Middle Five Realm—or Female Martial