Zhao Feiyan followed and asked: "Meng Xiaoan, have you ever liked anyone else?"

Meng Xiaoan turned his head and said as he walked without answering her question: "How old are you?"

"16."

A second later, Meng Xiaoan burst into laughter. Ning Cheng, an old man, eats young grass, seduces underage boys, and is a lolita control?

"Each generation is becoming more and more coquettish." Meng Xiaoan could only sigh, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."

"I seem to be older than you, but I just like men who are older than me." Zhao Feiyan said with a blush on her face. She wished that everyone knew about it, and it seemed that everyone in her circle also knew about it.

"You are 16 this year, and the old man should be 27. He is 11 years older. Aren't you afraid that he won't be able to satisfy you when he gets older?" Meng Xiaoan seemed to be concerned about Zhao Feiyan's sexual life.

"You don't need to worry about it." Zhao Feiyan's ears felt hot. If Meng Xiaoan knew that this little girl had never kissed her for the first time and had never watched adult movies, her jaw would probably drop.

"If you treat me to a meal, I can help you put in a good word in front of Ningniao. Maybe he will like you."

"Really?" Zhao Feiyan's face was filled with joy and her eyes were bright.

"Natural." It's so easy to deceive. Love is really a drug. Once you get involved, there are only two possibilities for relief: either you will destroy yourself or you will die together.

"Then I have to find a place." Meng Xiao'an smiled evilly, "Don't be reluctant to part with it."
Chapter completed!