When Feng Xing saw him staring at his crotch with infinite melancholy, he couldn't help but shudder.

Wen Jiujiu made a wicked smile and snickered to himself. He called the two of them into the room and put the books in his hands heavily on the desk. His delicate hands randomly selected among the old books, found one of them, opened it, and spread it out between the two of them.

Asked in front of him: "Do you know what this painting is?"
Chapter completed!