"Li Jiran, why are you having a nosebleed, what's wrong with you? If your willpower is this weak, how can you become the backbone of the nation in the future!"
"Pah! You old pervert, how dare you talk about me, if you have the guts, spread your legs and see who's already standing!"
"Brothers upstairs, what's there to argue about? We're all men, isn't being lustful normal? If men aren't lustful, what are they supposed to be? Good with other men?"
The viewers in the livestream chatroom were exceptionally agitated, somewhat like little animals searching for mates in spring.
But Ning An saw this and simply shook his head with a smile, "You bunch of old perverts, just wait for a little while and you'll change your tune."
Naturally, the viewers paid no attention to Ning An's words, instead looking at him with disdain.
They believed he'd been with a foreign beauty, vented his desires, and now was a satiated man unaware of the hunger of those who hadn't.
