Drowned Sheep

Liu Chang'an watched the female lifeguard's retreating figure. She had a fit, athletic build and was clearly quite strong. The muscle definition on her body was not the sort of beauty ordinary men tended to appreciate; she gave off something of a Chun-Li vibe, especially with her hair tied up in two buns. Perhaps she had been imitating Chun-Li.

Many women who loved working out and had built strong physiques often cosplayed Chun-Li. It was quite pleasing to the eye.

It was simply a matter of differing aesthetic tastes. Whether something looked good or not was merely a personal feeling. There was no need to wonder why some people liked it, or why some people did not.

Watching her leave, Liu Chang'an reflected that this was the corruption of the bourgeoisie. The female lifeguard's salary was surely not low, yet her job probably consisted of standing by while Zhu Juntang played in the water, just in case something happened to her.

The odds of such an accident were low, so there was no need for excessive concern. Zhu Juntang did not play in the water every day, either.

Since the bourgeoisie could no longer be eliminated, then only those bourgeoisie who could create large numbers of jobs and help wealth circulate and redistribute were bourgeoisie of some use.

Zhu Juntang was precisely such a beneficial bourgeois Immortal Sheep.

"Don't be nervous." Seeing Liu Chang'an's gaze following the female lifeguard's departing back as though he had discovered something, Zhu Juntang said to Bai Hui, "He seems to like muscular girls."

"I'm not nervous... It's not like I'm not wearing anything. What is there to be nervous about, wearing a swimsuit beside a pool?" Bai Hui stopped spinning. After using her furry paw to shield her lower belly, she braced her waist