Qinhu Park in Tang City is crowded with people.
The ladies who danced square dance scrambled to twist their waists of different thicknesses to the loud music. There were several young and beautiful girls among them, deliberately lifting up their clothes to show their white smiles.
These girls are so slutty. Bi Feiyang thought.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, blowing up a green leaf. The leaves flew lightly over the heads of the aunts, and slowly fell on the head of an expressionless man sitting in the pavilion in the park. His name is Bi Feiyang.
Bi Feiyang stretched out his fingers, took off the leaf from his head, and put it in the palm of his hand.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
