"Don't carry everything yourself."
Pei Yan was pressed against the wall, with his back pressed against the wall. It was so cold that he frowned. Lu Yanzheng's hands were stuck on both sides of his shoulders, pressing hard and not letting go.
Pei Yan looked at him and smiled: "Brother, let go first."
"You finish your sentence first."
"I'm done."
"You didn't say anything."
There was still a smile on Pei Yan's lips, but Lu Yanzheng had known him for more than 20 years and knew that the smile was something that was blocked in front of the face, not on the face.
Purpose: Love life