"A kid? You?" Dongyang rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Other than looking like a kid and having a little ding-ding that's not so long, I can't see how you're a child."
Dongyang still remembered the first time he met this kid, the aura of coldness, truly headache-inducing.
Suddenly, Lele had a streak of black lines across his forehead!! A not-so-long little ding-ding? He's only so many years old! And was it really okay to talk to him about this stuff?
"Heh heh," Dongyang was very pleased with his reaction, and continued, "You're going to find out about these things sooner or later, so why be so shy? Auntie is telling you, this won't do. How are you going to get a wife in the future? Look at Yangyang, even at his young age, he's already got wives on his mind."
"Mother," he called out to Yang Chuxia with a face full of embarrassment and burrowed into her arms, not lifting his head for a long time.
