He Zhuo: "Prison bully, let's make friends!!!"
Nanyun: "No"
He Zhuo: "Don't be like this. Look, there aren't many people in this prison who can fight with you regardless of you and me, and there aren't many who can be beaten to death by you. Think about it carefully. If we make friends with each other, wouldn't you have an intimate who can fight and chat? Besides, you won't lose anything by making friends with me, a delicate prison beauty. Think about it carefully!!!"
Nanyun: "..."
He Zhuo was really annoyed, so he pulled Nan Yun over and pushed him onto the bed beside him, pressing him under him.
"Why is it so difficult for me, a delicate hell flower, to make friends with you? The one who suffers the most is me, not you, and I don't even know what you are doing here..."
Nanyun was forced to reluctantly agree to the delicate Overlord Flower that was pressing on him.
Intention: If you are in the world, it is worth it