She tentatively asked, "Sister, you don't seem surprised by my choice?"
Zhao Ji was obviously a bit distracted at the moment, so she didn't notice Larilo's odd behavior. She casually replied "Mm" and then said,
"Not really surprised. After all... given your condition, I'm afraid if he slaps you, you'd still go lick his hand."
Larilo's blood-red lips curled into an upward arc. She felt she was getting closer to the truth.
She said, "But aside from Qiu Tu, there's really no other suitable candidate."
"Sister, you don't know how much preparation I did to choose him."
"I even possessed his body for a while, specifically followed him to the bathroom. It was indeed quite big, not just a silver spear and a wax candle, only after that did I start seducing him."
Zhao Ji: ??
Probably not expecting Larilo's conversation to suddenly become so extreme, Zhao Ji frowned slightly, her eyes narrowed as she looked at Larilo.
Larilo quickly put on a charming smile, like a cute little dog.
