She asked Shachen pitifully, her eyes full of affection and her breath as fragrant as orchid.

She is truly a woman with charm in her bones.

Seeing her like this, Shachen asked tentatively, "You don't have hands? Let me ask you, if you didn't have hands, would you be happy? Would you feel scared?"

Mrs. Diyong was stunned. Why was this guy asking such strange questions?

Now it’s a problem with my hands, it’s a question of whether you can help me put on my clothes.

but.

She continued coquettishly, "Of course, without hands, I can't do anything. I can't make the general's bed, clean the house, warm his quilt, wash his clothes, cook for him, or massage his back."

Shachen pinched his chin and thought deeply for a moment.

"Besides that, what else is missing that would scare you?"

Mrs. Diyong was stunned. Why did she have to be frightened?

Do you want to scare me and then act like a man to comfort me?

What a straight man.

but.

She continued, "Losing the general is what I cannot accept the most, and what I fear the most."

Shachen was stunned for a moment, "This is also what scares me the most."

He muttered secretly, "Could it be that this woman saw that I wanted to scare her and deliberately framed me?"

He hesitated for a long time, took out a sword, and approached Madam Diyong step by step.

Mrs. Diyong was stunned.

It's just helping her put on her pockets, there's no need to use a sword, right?

She felt something was wrong.

"General, what are you doing with a sword behind my back?" Madam Diyong asked in panic.

Shachen said, "I'm here to help you cut a melon. Do you think I'm going to stab you?"