"Alright, no problem!" the auntie said, and without waiting for the cue to start, she began twisting her plump buttocks and jiggling her surplus flesh right in front of Sun Nanjue.
Sun Nanjue was dumbfounded. "Hey, Little Shushu, where has your direction taken us? Weren't I supposed to sing a love song in front of Linlin's place? With so many people around and the way you're doing things, how could she possibly hear me?"
"Who said you had to sing to Linlin? Are you stupid? In her eyes, while she's still mad, you're just a pile of that 'stuff,' you know?"
Sun Nanjue lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "Then why did you have me come here? With this getup, and not knowing how to play the guitar, you want me to sing to a bunch of fat? Are you playing me?"
