Chapter 212: One hundred and fifty-seven: Ignition (2)_2
Malin looked bewildered; he felt that all the language arts he learned back on Earth were completely useless—this damn world really left him puzzled about what to do.
"Actually, Dwarves do the same, we call each other stubborn rocks, thickheaded, it’s all fine, but non-Dwarves can’t describe us that way," the Xingyan girl added from the side.
This young Dwarf, who hadn’t grown much taller in the past year but whose waist had significantly expanded, was adept at developing horizontally during puberty, and this girl was no exception.
"Is it not okay for Malin to say that about you?" Colin asked.
"Of course, it’s okay if Malin says it, because he’s both handsome and adorable; you, on the other hand, can’t say that," the Xingyan girl gave Colin a dismissive glance.
Colin rolled his eyes at Malin.
Malin, filled with a murderous intent that had no outlet, thought, Brother, your knack for bringing up the most infuriating topics must be a gift passed down from your mother, who got it straight from your grandmother’s womb.
"Stop talking, your sister is about to take her medicine," Old Ferrero, who had come to watch, said, diverting Malin’s attention to the scene at hand.