The stone bandit on the table pretended to take a sip of Lao Baigan, his face was red, and he was counting the past with squinted eyes. After a while, he smacked his lips and said that ten years ago, I drank wine and wrote poems on the top of the Great Wall, giving advice on the country and so on. A little while later, there was another story about his performance against the four top players on North Street in his senior year of high school.
"Hey, is that Shuiling downstairs? When she came up, she gave me a bear hug... She's so beautiful. Hey, Zhao Zhao, don't pinch my face...".
Mo Zhao slapped the paw in front of him that was waving around in pain, "I want you to shut up. The two fucking things will be played on a loop all night."
Yuan Xi was also there. Hearing the snapping sound again, he turned his head and was out of sight, out of mind. He was so full of nonsense.
Later, I felt that neither of them was a good person. The one who committed the crime ran away with his husband, and the one who was beaten was bound to lose his virginity next month.
How did three upright and good young people get to this point? Yuan Xi thought about it for a long time and felt it was unscientific.