C283 My Status Is Not Guaranteed

"Awoo. . . "

The Yin Zhu did not dodge Lin Xuemo's finger that was poking its stomach. Instead, it directly laid on the bed and flipped its fluffy and round belly. It looked like it was enough for Lin Xuemo to "ravage" it.

As long as it was for food!

Lin Xuemo,. . . ""

Since she took the initiative to touch the Yin Zhu, Lin Xuemo naturally would not be polite