The Magic Brush was gone, so Qin Fen had to tough it out

"You rascal," again? Qin Fen felt a chilly breeze all around him. His crotch felt cold, and his heart felt heavy. You're taller than me! It wasn't as though he had never seen the Queen Mother. Her looks? Peerless beauty, beyond compare. Her figure? Holy crap—tall, busty, flawless. He could even overlook her leopard teeth, but she really was too tall. Qin Fen estimated that she stood at least 180 centimeters.

That wasn't even the worst of it. One squeeze from her, and even if he had a giant python down there, it would be done for.

He had never imagined he could have anything to do with a goddess like her. Heavenly Dao, you're fucking messing around again. I only built up her goodwill to get some benefits! Qin Fen was speechless.

At least you have a little conscience, you heartless little thing. The Queen Mother felt so bashful. To think he had done it for her sake! A rare blush appeared on her face. What was that called? Showing off? No, vanity would be more accurate.

Qin Fen wanted to throw his phone away. Could we please just have a normal, levelheaded conversation?

Could we stop going off topic? Qin Fen looked miserable. His heart ached, acid rose in his throat, and he really felt like throwing up. How can this keep going? Mom warned me that long-distance relationships were a huge no-no. Just like online romances, they never go anywhere.

Qin Fen wanted to slap himself. Calm down, calm down. "Can we get back to Wu Daozi?"

The Queen Mother immediately shifted gears. Calm down, calm down. That's right, I lost my composure just now.

For fuck's sake! What Qin Fen wanted most right now was to block these maddening inner thoughts. Why did he have to