"Oil?" Sheng Yuchuan elongated his tone.

After living for more than 20 years, it was the first time that someone used oil to describe him.

"So what are you? Big breasts and no brains? ”

As he spoke, he swept Wen Yu's eyes up and down, and his gaze finally fixed on the snow-white patch on his chest, "Actually, it's not that big." ”

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