An Xiaoni’s nostrils flared with rage. She raised the stuffed goose and began to whack him with it. With each strike, she scolded, "Take that for laughing! Take that for mocking me! You wretched man!"
"I’m essentially a solid, eight-pack hunk of brick—do you really prefer some old, flabby man?" Quan Ying caught the goose. The man’s laughter had not yet ceased.
"Let go! You’re tearing my goose!"
Chapter 102