Zhuo Jin frowned and looked at Zhou Jin, pointing to the white cat's claw sweatshirt next to him: "Didn't you say that this dress was given to me as compensation?"
Zhou Jin licked the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Yes, I will compensate you."
"Then what happened to you?"
Zhou Jin looked down at the black cat claw sweatshirt he was wearing, rolled his eyes and said slyly: "They don't sell one piece, so I have to buy a pair."
Any fool can tell that this is a couple's sweatshirt.
Zhuo Jin raised his foot and was about to kick him. Zhou Jin grabbed his ankle and pulled him over. He pulled Zhuo Jin into his arms and hugged him tightly. He whispered in his ear: "Brother Jin is so anxious to throw himself into his arms. It seems that I can't refuse."
Intention: The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.