"Time travel?" Zhang Shuo raised his hand and stroked the hair that blocked his sight. He found that his originally only four-inch long artistic hairstyle had turned into big waves, so he became more and more worried. He simply threw his hand away and stopped caring about his hair. He only took his hand and asked sadly: "Isn't time travel only in the script? How the hell could it happen to you and me? And it's also a cross-travel! Damn it..."
Even the noble prince and artist cursed!
Luo Lan smiled inexplicably, raised his hands to hold his charming face, and said resignedly: "Husband, it seems that we are really in love."
"Honey..." Zhang Shuo sat on the ground dejectedly and hugged his head, "This joke is not funny..."