Crocodile leather belt

Apprentice, go down the mountain and seek your senior sister, let her teach you the art of bone-setting and to promote Taoist magic. Chu Yi's wish was finally fulfilled, girls! Here I come! It's just that...

Disciple, go down the mountain and wreak havoc on your martial sister

Chu Yi scratched his head with a hint of embarrassment, "I really didn't do anything. You fainted while taking a shower, and I just came to help."


Feng Qian paused, her brain rapidly retrieving hard disk data, and finally remembered what had happened before.


I had heatstroke, took a day off to go home, and wanted to take a cold shower to cool down...


So, it really had nothing to do with him.


Just when she realized she had misunderstood Chu Yi, he suddenly pointed at her backside and said, "That spot's not covered, you need to pull it down a bit more."


With a cry of alarm, Feng Qian hastily yanked the towel down further...


As everyone knows, a towel is only so big; in doing so, she ended up exposing the top as she covered the bottom.


Chu Yi offered his professional assessment, then got a face full of towel.


Feng Qian, a mix of embarrassment and anger, covered his head with the towel and then fiercely pushed him out.


Chapter 63: Long Live the Martial Uncle