"Xiao Yao? Why are you here?"
"..."
"You didn't mean to go camping next week..."
"Get out!"
"I can explain, I can explain, Xiao Yao, it's really not what you think. Xiao Yao..."
"What do you think I should say to you now? Xiao Yao." The person on the bed raised the corners of his lips coldly.
"Xu Shi. Sometimes I really want to do it to you!" Blood dripped from his clenched fist to the ground.
"Okay, you're always welcome! But... What's wrong with your hand, Xiaoyao? Let me see."
"Get out of here, Xu Shi, can I beg you? Please get out of my world! Okay..."