"Ah, this is really troublesome…" Hong Dali sat with his legs crossed on his bed. He was looking down at his small penis. Oh wait, that's wrong, it couldn't be called a small penis now. It should be called—big bird, about to be not lazy!
"Damn it!" Thinking of this, Hong Dali felt a pain in his balls and scolded. Then, he furiously rubbed his face. "Now I have another 20 attribute points again, should I add them, add them, or add them?"
If he added them, he was afraid that his bird would become too big—this thing was better if it were slightly larger, but if it were too large… having something bulging down there even when he was walking around was quite a pain in the balls.
But if he didn't add them, Hong Dali felt that he couldn't bear the temptation. After all, all men wish for their bird to be larger.
Thus, Hong Dali had sat in this position on his bed for an entire hour.