Xian Qianling closed the zipper she had seemingly used the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to lower by just a few centimeters.
She glared at you, "I really don't know what Zhao'er and Little Yun see in you."
"As the ancients said, 'Food and sex are human nature!'"
Xian Qianling rolled her eyes flirtatiously, "Don't think you can fool me just because I haven't read much! The 'sex' that he was referring to is 'color'—the various colors of the world!"
"It's all the same to me. In my view, the scenery just now included quite a lot, colorful, misty, and mystically beautiful, without equal."
"Glib tongue." Even though she said that, Xian Qianling was somewhat pleased inside. After all, she was being complimented by the person she liked.
She looked at you again, smiling, "Tell me, have you figured it out already?"