Lu Weian never imagined that he, a young man in his twenties who was one of the best in the country and a single man in a group in the 21st century, would actually travel through time? ? ?
Facing the coquettish old bustard in front of him, oh no, it's Mr. Turtle, he fell to the ground, "Brother... Don't do this... I'm a prostitute, not an artist."
As soon as he finished saying this, the corners of Ziyue's mouth curved up again, becoming more and more weird, which made Lu Weian's hair stand on end. "No, no, no, no, it's just a show, not a show..."
How humble are you? People live just for a mouthful of food. If you can't eat enough, how can you talk about dignity?
"Xiao Lu, come and drink with me." You won't even go to death, and you won't even look at what kind of person I, Lu Weian, am...
"This man is very generous, there is a tip~"
"Here it comes!!! Save a place for me"
Intention: Come on