Jiaojiao's face was scorched black, and her fluffy, beautiful white and blue fur was also pitch-dark. She whimpered, "Explosion, explosion, explosion, it's fine if it explodes but why does it always explode on my face! My face and body are the cutest parts!"
Qin Yu was startled: "Uh... besides your face isn't it just your body? Your exclusion criteria are pretty narrow. Oh yeah, what about your butt, you want to explode your butt?"
Seeing Fat Jiaojiao start to glare, about to cry and throw a tantrum, Qin Yu could only resort to his trump card. "I'll make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for you tonight."
Jiaojiao immediately stopped crying, wiped her face with her plump arms, blew her nose, and said mournfully, "You promised, it must be stewed, or I'll be angry."
After a pause, he stretched out his sinister chubby claw and crazily tested the dangerous limit.
"Explode once and stew a pot? Those previous forty-five times count too."
Qin Yu: "..."
