C119 The Beautiful Art of the Human Body

He's not a poet, he can't recite poems, but today he's going to borrow the wisdom of the ancient people, borrow the good poems of the ancient people, and write this ancient poem on his favorite girl.

"Girl, I'll write another favorite poem for you, okay?" He asked while holding her earlobe.

"Mm..." She nodded.

"This time you have to lie down on the chair