Introduction: In the school, ever since Shao Chen from the combat department expressed his love for boys, this scene often happened at the door of his class: Senior Shao, I like you, can you be my boyfriend? A young boy blushed, took his newly made exotic stone in his hand, rubbed it repeatedly, and after speaking, he thrust the exotic stone into Shao Chen's hand. Shao Chen lowered his head and waited for a reply. He smiled and refused, but in his heart he roared crazily, "I do like men, but not like this! Can you get a decent one? This kind of guy looks weak at first sight and can't attack me at all." Liang: I look like I'm down there, so we have a common topic. Make friends and we can have an in-depth exchange of charioteer skills. Qi Liang smiled "innocently". . . . . . . After a while. . . . . . Shao Chen held his waist: I believed your evil! ! !
Intention: Just make up your mind