They’d barely walked a single step when Luo Binghe said mournfully, “Shizun, is my technique really that awful?” Ah. To be honest, it was indeed awful. Really awful. Regardless of whether it was a matter of kissing, touching, stripping, or rolling around, the difference was far more than a few levels. And when it came to thrusting…he hadn’t had the chance to compare, but if one followed this line of logic, it would also be…a fail. Obviously Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t say these words; instead, he skirted around it with a, “Not really.” The gloom on Luo Binghe’s face grew heavier and heavier. “After
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