As long as it was that person, even the back made him feel palpitations. As long as it was that person, he couldn't help but stare.
He didn't know, but his admiration at the beginning had changed. He couldn't help but cast his eyes on him, and he felt that that person was even more dazzling. He was decisive, without any worries, incompatible with his own circle, and just followed his own mind and did whatever he wanted.
Mo Jinsi was deeply attracted to him. When he realized his unscrupulous mood, he could no longer look away. He should have written off this feeling earlier...
Yang Yao's life, oh no, the first half of his life can be said to be free and carefree. He has no father or mother. He has been a wild child since he was a child. He simply stopped studying and went to experience life instead. However, he almost died that time in Mongolia and was saved by a strange old man, so he owed the old man a favor. Damn, it's so fucking annoying to go back to school and have to take care of your grandchildren. It's just that the grandson is like a cowhide paste, and that look in his eyes is so damn annoying.
But in those days, he gradually got used to having a little tail beside him. But I didn't expect that my grandson would have been eyeing his ass eight hundred years ago. Damn, he's so fucking infiltrative...