Wen Meimei silently imagined all sorts of scenarios involving Qiao, the King of Hell, in the army. Her lips curved slightly, and she muttered, "No wonder Qiao, the King of Hell, is so fierce. Every man who has served is a beast."
"Young Mistress, are you referring to that aspect? Back in the day, the young master set a historical record for push-ups in the army, and no one has broken it yet. The young master's waist strength is definitely top-notch!"
Wen Meimei rolled her eyes and couldn't help but tease the girl, "Qingqing, you're not getting any younger. Haven't you thought about finding yourself a man?"
Bu Qingqing squinted her eyes like a dead fish and mumbled, "Young Mistress, I'm only a year younger than the young master. How am I getting any younger..."
"But you're already twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight is still fine."
Wen Meimei suddenly became quite interested in the girl and began to gossip, "Have you ever been attracted to a man?"
