"Eating soft rice, with Mr.'s cultivation, does he still need to eat?"
Tushan Chun Chun's crystalline little face showed a suspicious expression.
She naturally didn't understand the meaning of these words, Jun Xiaoyao also smiled and didn't explain much.
"By the way, I heard Mr. is living with Prince Luo; is she pretty?" Tushan Chun Chun continued to ask.
"Indeed, very beautiful." Jun Xiaoyao said truthfully.
That's the truth.
"Is... is that so?"
Tushan Chun Chun's little face drooped a bit, feeling a bit stuffy and sour inside.
Then, as if with a trace of unwillingness, she gestured with her small hand at her chest and asked.
"Is hers, bigger?"
Jun Xiaoyao remained silent, with black lines appearing on his forehead.
What is this little one thinking?
That is a Quasi-Immortal Powerhouse.
Looking at someone else's chest?
Trying to die is not the way to go about it.
"Little one, what are you always thinking about all day in your little head?"
