The cannon-fodder young writer Shen Xingliao x Gu Yanci, the prince of the real fragrant Beijing circle, make a sweet counterattack.
The cold and aloof prince, who originally thought he was noisy, fell down step by step, and forcefully held the man in his arms: "Run away after flirting, who is sure?"
Shen Xingliao tilted his head and chuckled: "Brother, our story is not written in the script."
