Ancient Thirteen

The pores that Li Yao had just opened all closed again.

"No, no one. Isn't that just an example? There's no such thing as a 'pink skeleton', alright?"

Li Yao stammered.

"So, there is no specific, real pink skeleton, but you have experienced thousands of women and extracted their commonality, creating an abstract concept of pink skeleton?"

Ding Lingdang was deep in thought.

"Yes. No. No. No. No. There are not thousands of them. Not a single one. Only you, my dear wife!"

Li Yao's face was pale.

"If you don't have any, who are you uninterested in?"

Ding Lingdang blinked her watery eyes, full of curiosity and curiosity.

"Well… them."

Li Yao said.

"You just said that you didn't have any, and now you have 'them'?"

Ding Lingdang said with a smile.

"They do not exist. In the abstract sense, they are imaginary!

Li Yao was exasperated.