Da Bao's eyes brightened, and he habitually wanted to put his arm around Zhao Meimei's shoulder.
Seeing a dark patch under his armpit, Zhao Meimei quickly stopped him: "Stop! Look at all that hair! Don't touch me if you're not wearing clothes! It's disgusting!"
Da Bao lifted his arm and glanced at it: "What? You find it gross? You don't understand! All guys are like this! It's called charm! Do you see anyone who's smooth under there?"
In Zhao Meimei's mind flashed the handsome face of her Brother Yangyang. Thinking back carefully, she realized she never really noticed whether her Brother Yangyang had hair under his armpit or not. Mainly because since she started fifth grade, they hadn't slept shirtless together, so she hadn't seen it, no impression.
Zhao Meimei chuckled and asked, "How's the cooking coming along?"
Da Bao looked proud and flexed his arm at her: "See this? With these arms, flipping a big pot is as easy as play!"
