The best little cute concubine

Chapter 167 Modern Games [5]

Seeing the faint smile on Xiang Yugan's lips, hehe, it seems that he also wants to know his image in front of Xiang'er.

Xiang'er stared at Han Xiaofan for a long time, and said guiltyly: "I didn't see anything, after you left yesterday, I helped him to the bedroom, and then he performed his own exercises to heal his injuries. When I entered the room again, he They're all asleep."

"Ah? How is it possible?" Han Xiaofan shouted dissatisfied.

"Okay, Yan'er, Xiang'er has been embarrassed by you, don't ask any more questions." Xiang Yutian finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rescued Xiang'er.

"Hmph, I don't believe she didn't see anything." She glanced at Xiang'er with contempt, her guilty eyes clearly betrayed her heart.

"I really didn't see anything." Xiang'er retorted softly and without confidence, further proving that someone's sixth sense is correct.

When the game was about to run out, Xiang Yugan suddenly spoke. "Really? But after I healed my wound yesterday, didn't you go to fetch hot water to help me wipe my body?"

"Hahahahahahaha~~~~" Han Xiaofan really couldn't bear Xiang'er being beaten up, seeing her pretty face suddenly turned into a liver color, he laughed without image.

Xiang'er stirred her clothes with her hands in embarrassment and annoyance.God!Did he know all about it yesterday?He was not asleep?Then I touched his face yesterday, did he know that too?
From the corner of my eye, I saw that Xiang Yuqian was looking at me with that half-smile look, my God...

At this moment, Luo Yunxiang almost wanted to slap himself in the face.He really does!How will I mess around in the future?How can I face him!

"Xiang'er, tell me quickly, how is Xiang Yugan's figure?"

"He's in good shape..." Xiang'er replied dejectedly like a defeated hen.It is estimated that the face has been wiped off and put in the bag by now.

"Huh? Xiang'er, just now I asked you to describe his figure, just saying that he has a good figure is not enough."

"Then what do you want! How do you let people describe it!" Xiang'er was about to burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you anymore, how about this, I will give multiple choice questions, and you will answer, so that we can know how his figure is. OK?"

If he could kill with his eyes now, Han Xiaofan would have been killed by Luo Yunxiang countless times.

Not intending to let this naughty little girl go, Han Xiaofan started to ask questions. "First of all, I would like to ask, is Yu Qian's figure a scholarly type, athletic type, muscular type, or cellulite type?"

"Huh?" Xiang'er was a little confused.

"That's right, you know that a man who is useless is a scholar. A scholar-type man is a man with a relatively well-proportioned figure, but he doesn't have any muscles. Athletic type is usually very fond of sports, so he also has muscles. The muscles are very well-proportioned, but it is slightly better than the type of man who is full of muscle bumps and can even shake his chest muscles. Of course, I don’t need to explain the cellulite type. I believe our Yugan is not the cellulite type Man, what kind is Yugan?"

"Sporty." Xiang'er was so ashamed that her voice was almost lost.

"Oh, and how many packs does his abs have? 4 packs or 6 packs?"

"Sister Yan, please don't ask me any more." Xiang'er begged for the last time.

(End of this chapter)