His slender body was nestled on the sofa, his dark eyes unclear. His eyes swept over her lightly and fell on her, seeming to have substance.
"Come on, you're late. You have to punish yourself by burping and drinking three glasses of wine."
Xiaohan hung on her shoulder and fed the blood-red wine in the cup into her mouth.
Everything here made her feel oppressive and suffocating. This place did not belong to her, and she knew her body very well. If she drank on an empty stomach, her stomach would not be able to bear it.
Look, until now, she is terribly sane.
"After drinking, I will go back with you." Xiaohan's drunken breath sprayed on her neck.
Ten meters away, he was wearing a light purple hat, dark purple headphones, and sunglasses hanging around his neck. He looked steadily in her direction, his eyes passing through the crowd and landing on her accurately, making her body burn with heat.
In this world, there will always be a person in front of whom you can cry wildly, laugh loudly, declare your love loudly, and declare your right of possession arrogantly.
At that time, he was in Haibei and she was in Tiannan. She originally thought that we would never see each other again, but at this moment, he was standing a few steps away from her, with Fengshen's handsome eyes still as gentle as water.
Looking at the figure standing steadily in front of her, her face turned cold.
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