Xiao Jiuye stared at the short and thin man in front of him, with a chill all over his body: "What did you say? You said you are as good as Long Yang?"
Song Qi was so frightened by the man in front of him that he dared not speak and could only nod.
Seeing the two people talking about everything in the tent, Xiao Jiuye went crazy with jealousy and clenched his fists to resist the idea of rushing in.
Song Qi returned to his tent, blew out the lamp, his vision dimmed, and a sense of wrapping surrounded Song Qi.
"Since they are all men, why can't I?"
Song Qi certainly didn't dare to say that she was actually a woman disguised as a man.
"You like men, don't you? Then we are even more inappropriate."
"There are so many men here, why don't you go find them?"
Xiao Jiuye's eyes were red: "There are so many men, can't I do it?"
From then on, Xiao Jiuye, who was inferior to one person but superior to ten thousand people, began his long journey to pursue his "husband".
