Downstairs in the Internet cafe in the early morning, the night wind was chilling to the bones. Game master Yan Ke was so upset by his teammate Wei Yuchen that he cursed in a low voice as he went downstairs.
In the shadows at the entrance of the alley, an embarrassed figure suddenly burst into his sight. The boy Yin Xuan was covered in sweat, and behind him were the footsteps of the gangsters who were chasing after him. He grabbed Yan Ke's wrist, and his rapid breathing brushed his ears: "Help me."
Before Yan Ke could regain his senses, warm lips suddenly covered her.
The gangster boys in the alley looked at each other and couldn't help but complain: Young people nowadays don't forget to talk about love in such a cold weather?
