However, Farmer Francis didn't know that Ji Changsheng didn't care about her skills at all. Instead, he cared more about her figure.
Farmer Francis had an S shape curve. Sitting on the chair and looking at her perfect figure, Ji Changsheng couldn't help thinking of that.
"Okay, but if you don't make it, let me show you."
Ji Changsheng stared at Farmer Francis's buttocks. He was already lost in his thoughts.
After some preparation, Farmer Francis swung a perfect arc ball. The ball flew out, but in the end, it was less than ten centimeters away from the entrance of the cave.
"Ha-ha, let me perform for you!"
Ji Changsheng stood up, took a club and stood beside Farmer Francis. He patted Farmer Francis's buttocks with one hand, indicating Farmer Francis to leave.
"It feels good."
Ji Changsheng sighed in his heart. Although he had touched it many times, he still felt amazed when he touched it.
"I don't believe you can do it now."