Han Feng's eyes turned dark, and he raised his head after a long time, with a look of resentment on his face: I hate you gays the most, get the hell away from me!
Cheng Che looked at the expression of the big boy in front of him who was always known as sunny and cheerful, and laughed softly, as if helpless and self-deprecating: Really?
He put the ring that represented everything and could erase everything on the table with a "ding", then turned and left.
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Cheng Che glanced back at the boy who appeared in front of him panting heavily: Aren't you a straight guy from a telephone pole? Why are you chasing him here?
Han Feng hugged the person who had driven him crazy these days from behind, resting his chin on the other person's shoulder, looking at the rising sun just rising over the sea in the distance: the telephone pole has been bent~
Purpose: The cruelty of real life can help each other better understand each other and heal each other.