As he waited, the Martial Saint couldn't help but think about last night again.
Sister Liuli didn't sleep well. Actually, he didn't sleep well either. The difference was that Sister Liuli was watching cartoons, while he kept dreaming about a ghostly figure that mysteriously appeared and disappeared, spiraling around. Even after waking up, it would reappear once he closed his eyes.
"Bro, that woman in your room last night, she really wasn't a porn actress, huh?"
He still couldn't hold it in.
Jiang Chen, who was eating, was caught off guard and almost choked, his pupils slightly dilated.
"What did you say?"
"Hehe."
The Martial Saint awkwardly smiled and started talking to himself, "If a porn actress could reach that level, it would indeed be against the heavens."
This kid.
To think he mistook what might be the most powerful woman in Japan's future for a People's Artist?
Truly a boundless imagination!
"Look over there, what is it?"
