Because Mu Qingqing passionately complained about a popular TV series, a young fan and an unknown "master" sent him into a virtual world to experience love.
Mu Qingqing, who just arrived: That's it...
Mu Qingqing, who has been away for half a year: That's it!
Mu Qingqing, who has been away for a year: That's it?
Mu Qingqing glanced at Song Yanchen, "You smoke too?" She reached out to open the cover of the cigarette box in the other person's hand and took one out, "Are you stressed lately?"
"It doesn't count." Song Yanchen saw her holding a cigarette and gesticulating in front of her, thinking she was trying to borrow a light, so he diligently stepped forward to help her light the cigarette.
"Junior brother..."
Mu Qingqing looked at the wisps of smoke and exhaled deeply, "You know what? I hate people smoking in front of me. Even when Shen Yan comes back, he will avoid me when he smokes."
With that said, Mu Qingqing stretched out his fingers to put out the burning cigarette butts.
Song Yanchen's hand that had just lit the fire dropped behind his back and shook. He understood what Mu Qingqing meant.
The fire in his throat seemed to have been extinguished, and it took him a while to find his voice, "I know now."
If I am late, how can I express my love to you?
After you have seen the hypocrisy of love, how can I prove to you the sincerity of my love?
I have no other choice, or maybe, I still have a heart.
Intention: Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?