Opening his eyes again, Songbei Shezhu saw a strange cafe. He stared blankly at the coffee on the table in front of him, but a line of words floated in front of his eyes:
[Cold coffee, compared to this cup, the coffee on the back table is more interesting]
Songbei Shizhu: Pupil earthquake! ! Is this correct?
Songbei Shezhu turned to look at the four people at the back table who were enjoying themselves:
[President xx who will become the lucky one soon]
[Social animal No. 1 Who will soon become a murderer]
The next second, the president picked up the coffee and drank it. The result was not very good, and then the blond and dark-skinned man rushed over with a quick stride...
Songbei Shezhu: Pupils shrink suddenly
Intention: I can't help myself