Minus Ninety Degrees

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.
Lu Ming, who initially planned to lead an idle life, had a not-so-boring dream now — He hopes to seal the entire world in the cards.
One still needed to have dreams. What if you could realize them?

Divine Card Creator

Lu Ming said unhappily, "Find me someone who doesn't have hair on their legs!"

They even discussed if his thigh was thick enough… In the blink of an eye, the topic had changed to leg hair?

Who doesn't have hair on their legs?

There is leg hair as long as there are pores…

If one pays close attention, one can discover a layer of facial hair above the upper lip of a woman… The denser ones look like a mustache…

I'm a true man. What's wrong with having leg hair?!

Can't I be extremely masculine?

"Senior sister, how do you know?" Xiaoyan asked discreetly.

"I saw it when master was soaking his legs in water," Xiaobai said quietly.

His Elder Sister Could Make Up for His Lack of Talent!