If Chen Zhige's old waist hadn't been sick, Zhou Yi's attractive face wouldn't have been beaten into a braised pig's head quietly.
The braised pig's head was disfigured, but his expression was as usual, as if nothing had happened.
"The persona of a beautiful, unruly, proud and indulgent young lady is no longer popular." Zhou Yi said expressionlessly.
"There is no market for the cold, domineering, evil, charming and arrogant male protagonist of the 1990s novel." Chen Zhige didn't even bother to raise his eyebrows.
Say the most vicious words and fight the hardest. At the end of the fight, all the characters were overturned, so I just kissed and hugged him and held him high.
Intention: Let the bullets of love fly for a while