Two beautiful girls: "..."
Jiutiao Meijie walked over to "Dubian Che's corpse."
She crossed her arms, lifted her foot, and stepped on Dubian Che's buttocks.
"Who's that? Why are you stepping on me?"
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Dubian Che turned his face and, following the beautiful curvature of his own long legs under his jeans, saw the sullen-faced Jiutiao Meijie.
"Meiji?"
Jiutiao Meijie lifted the foot that was on his buttocks and stepped down again for the second time.
"Um, Meiji?"
Jiutiao Meijie stepped down for the third time.
"Are you giving me a massage?"
"I was digging for bamboo shoots over there, sweating, and you're here playing?"
"How could you call it playing? This is Misezawa Village's strongest swordsman competition."
Jiutiao Meijie wanted to step on Dubian Che's head.
But considering her shoes weren't clean and she also liked to hug his head and run her fingers through his hair, she decided against it.
She stepped on his buttocks for the fourth time.
