"If you're getting married, I'll prepare a betrothal gift for you; if you're getting married off, I won't prepare a dowry for you. Instead, I plan to give you a leg."
A leg? What kind of leg? A ham leg? That's downright stingy. Hua Hua asked, confused, "A lamb leg or a beef leg?"
Wishful thinking, Gu Shaocheng smiled, not at all evil, but the words that came out made Hua Hua shiver unexpectedly, "Your leg."
"Ah? What do you mean?"
Yan Fengchi gave Hua Hua a sympathetic kick and took it upon himself to translate and explain, "What brother means is, he'll break your leg and give your own leg to you."
Hua Hua's face had turned pale, and with big strides, he walked over to Gu Shaocheng, "Bro, you can't interfere with my freedom to love, nor can you interfere with my sexual orientation. This is discrimination and intimidation."
Gu Shaocheng shrugged his shoulders, appearing completely unfazed, "Remember what I said."
