Women who like women, Yang Fan had one right by his side.
His Little Mother was one.
But Yang Fan didn't like this way of exchange, even though he did have some thoughts about Guan Ping's body.
With a tall stature over six feet, too adorable, and an excessively good figure, even elderly men in their seventies and eighties would probably stare wide-eyed at such a woman. Him having thoughts was completely inevitable.
"This condition is somewhat difficult for me," Yang Fan shook his head and said.
"Well, why don't you suggest one yourself?" Sister Ming turned her head towards Guan Ping.
Guan Ping, with a clear blush on her cheeks, said in a hesitant and uneasy voice, "Sister Ming, why did you suddenly think of this... I don't know."
"How about this then? I'll help you, you let him do it, and the three of us do it together!" Sister Ming laughed.
Guan Ping and Yang Fan were both stunned.
