Zhao Yunxi: Liu Chushuang already told me I'm not interested in this kind of revealing stuff. Also, there's no need to contact Yue Lingshan; she doesn't like it either.
"Why."
Han Feng sighed deeply.
It seems that serious people cannot accept this style of underwear, so who should I turn to?
Suddenly, several figures appeared in Han Feng's mind.
Momonogi Kana, Aizawa Minami, Mikami Yua and Kijima Airi all make Japanese porn movies. Given their professions, they should not be opposed to it.
Action speaks louder than words, so Han Feng immediately contacted the four people.
This is the reply I got.
Momonogi Kana: I make movies to devote myself to art, but that doesn’t mean I am that kind of person in real life!
Aizawa Minami: I retired a long time ago. I just want to live a normal life! Please don't use this kind of thing. It brings back those unbearable memories.
Yua Mikami: In reality, I am a very decent person. Trading this kind of thing with me is a humiliation to me!
Airi Kijima: You have a very dark mind and your behavior makes me feel sick!
After reading the four people's replies, Han Feng was confused and his thoughts were a little stagnant.
Damn it!
Was he actually despised by four Jewish women?
Grass!
Is it okay if I don’t sell it?
Han Feng huffed, threw his underwear into the space bag, and fell asleep.
.......
I don't know how long it was before an angry roar suddenly rang out from outside the house. "Fuck you! Don't touch me! I'm a germaphobe! Get out!"
"What's going on?"
Han Feng suddenly woke up.
What do you call a wooden fence late at night?
Who touched it?
"Little thatched cottage, what's going on outside?"
Han Feng asked the thatched cottage.
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