Jin Jing was dumbstruck. His phone had really captured a photo, but his inner world felt as though a stampede of a million *** had just trampled over him!
Damn it, Jiaojiao, the goddess, actually likes women? Women?
His hand slipped, and the photo was sent to Lu Qing.
A minute later, Lu Qing replied with one word: Hah.
From that single "hah," you could tell—someone was pissed. For some reason, Jin Jing shivered. He had a strong premonition that something catastrophic was about to happen. Should he distance himself from the battlefield?
But still, Jiaojiao was his goddess. He had to give her a heads-up.
Qin Miaomiao was utterly baffled. What was going on?
She was very sure that Jiaojiao was straight. Could it be because her role was switched, and out of frustration, she'd gone... off the rails?
After Jiaojiao kissed her on the cheek, she even smacked her lips:
"Miaomiao, your lips are so soft. Damn, I really like them! How about you take me in and keep me?"
"Oh, okay."
