Jiang Shuyue took another proper look at Huahua and couldn't help squeezing his short little hands with a sigh.
"Jin San is from the Mongol Kingdom. Even if he finds true love here, he can't take them away with him, can he?"
Huahua muttered quietly too, "Dunno if it's true love, but he sure wants to!"
Jiang Shuyue really wanted to see what Jin San's little lover looked like.
Unfortunately, his enormous body completely blocked her view.
Still, she could vaguely make out a square outline beneath the panels at the back of Jin San's robe, covering precisely the area around his rear entrance.
Huahua chuckled. [Look how deep a shadow your Second Brother left on his mind! He had that made overnight, extra thick and padded, with a steel plate in the middle. Anyone trying to use Thousand Years of Pain on him again would probably need to have trained in Iron Sand Palm!]
Jiang Shuyue: [Actually, there's no need. Just put an iron finger guard on your finger. The kind with a slightly pointed tip would still have some penetrating power.]
Huahua: ...
Everyone: ...
Was that something a human being could say?
They quietly broke into a cold sweat for Jin San.
"Shh, don't talk! Here comes the good part!"
Huahua and the others craned their necks and watched Jin San seize the other person's hands and pin them overhead. Their faces were less than five centimeters apart, the breath from their noses drifting across each other's faces.
Jiang Shuyue was terribly curious. Would someone who ate a lot of cheese breathe out a cheesy smell too?
Faced with that smell, could his little lover still keep a clear head?
"My darling sweetheart, the sun and moon can bear witness to my feelings for you! As long