Under the persuasion of Jiaye and Xu Yue, Chen Yi's psychological defenses were slowly crumbling.
Like possessed, he chose the Catgirl Tribe.
...
"..."
Chen Yi looked at Jiaye in front of him, with two cat ears on his head, a cat tail hanging behind, and eight car headlights swinging from his stomach, and the corners of his mouth started to twitch uncontrollably.
"One, two, three..."
Jiaye bowed his head, lifted his clothes to count the car headlights on his stomach, and after a moment, he looked up at Chen Yi in a daze, "How am I supposed to buy underwear? Do I buy four?"
"This must be somewhat uncomfortable, right?"
"Does it take a long time to change clothes every day?"
"..."
Chen Yi continued to twitch at the corner of his mouth without speaking, while Xu Yue, equally fascinated, looked at the car headlights on her own stomach.
Then, without further research, Jiaye looked at Xu Yue, and they both collapsed onto Chen Yi, starting to rub against him.
