Seeing that Qin Yanan did not even greet the guests before putting on the radiation-proof suit, Zhu Juntang flew into a rage. Even though she could not turn into a sheep right now, she still wanted to unleash Sheep Sheep Charge on Qin Yanan. Her flailing hands paused as she lunged straight at her.
Liu Chang'an reached out and grabbed Zhu Juntang by the back of the neck. If she wanted to fool around, she should at least consider the occasion. Both she and Qin Yanan were wearing skirts.
Zhu Juntang was one thing. Beneath those fluffy, high-waisted fairy dresses of hers, she always wore pumpkin shorts... partly because she was too lively and constantly liked to punch and kick Liu Chang'an, making such precautions necessary.
After all, if Zhu Juntang were using the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect's ultimate techniques, beating Liu Chang'an until his head was bloody and sending him flying like a kite with its string cut—crashing into one wall, then the ceiling—and just as she was about to unleash her finishing move, her panties showed... how awkward would that be? It would inevitably affect the power of Zhu Juntang's ultimate techniques.
Thus, Zhu Juntang habitually wore safety shorts and the like, so that she could beat up Liu Chang'an whenever she pleased.
But a normal woman like Qin Yanan would only wear safety shorts when her skirt was too short. When she was at home and not going out, beneath her skirt she might well be wearing something full of sexy elements—small, tight, and barely concealing.
If Qin Yanan were pounced on by Zhu Juntang, it would be a case of "No one could contain the full moon, and its light would shine upon another."
"You rotten old man! Let go of me! Let