"There's no steel pipe."
Lin Hongzhuang looked at Duan Yiyi, trying hard to appear calm. But the harder she tried, the more embarrassed she became, even her skin turned a tempting pink.
"Tsk tsk... You really have a good figure, just a bit small in the chest." Duan Yiyi, like a female rogue, stroked her chin, assessing Lin Hongzhuang's figure, and commented, "Your butt is perky, you're built to have sons."
Lin Hongzhuang glared at her indignantly, "Are you done? If there's no steel pipe, I'm not dancing. Give me the Netherflame Stick, don't say I'm being unreasonable."
"Who said there's no steel pipe?" Duan Yiyi looked at Qin Yi, her big eyes full of mischief, "Little husband, you go be her steel pipe."
Everyone: "..."
Qin Yi was completely baffled.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Hongzhuang, her pretty face flushed, suggested she hold Qin Yi while dancing?
