Tiancan and Tudou glanced down again at those bedraggled old women, whose breasts were far from large and actually sagged, offering no real appeal. With only sparse strands of hair and looking much like any other ordinary woman, they were covered in rolls of fat and wrinkles that made one sick to the stomach just to look at them.
And those children—oh no, they were all just hairless little brats. How could little Ding Dings compare to the fascination of big Ding Dings? How could fried eggs compare to the sexiness of huge breasts?
After a quick sweep all around, both Tiancan and Tudou lost interest entirely.
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