In the dark alley outside the venue building, a pair of figures overlapped and leaned against the wall.
"Jia'er, I still have Xuexue in my heart and I can't let go of her."
The woman's delicate waist leaned over, and a charming face pressed against her.
Ouyang Zhisheng thought she was going to kiss him, but she frowned, as if she was being patient or coquettish.
Warm breath hit his face, "Don't worry, I will pull it out for you."
Ouyang Zhisheng took a deep breath, gently straightened her up and opened the distance between them, shook his head and left.
"Yue"
After the man left about 10 meters away, Lin Qingyu held on to the wall and retched.
"No, it won't be normal if I continue like this. How high is your good feeling now?"
The dark green pendant flashed, and a cold announcement came.
"Ouyang Zhisheng's favorability has increased to 50%."
In front of the screen, a pair of long legs were folded in front of the table, and the slender onion-like fingers on the armrests of the swivel chair were tapping.
"Did we really design the difficulty level too low?"
A cold male voice sounded in the dim computer room, with a playful smile. His dark brown eyes flashed blue, and he smiled slightly, like a vixen who was planning something bad.
"How could that happen? Look at her, she's almost vomiting bile."
The assistant opposite Fu Sheng raised his black-framed eyes, appearing calm on the surface.
"How about not making it more difficult? I think the bottom line can be lower." The man pursed his lips and gave Fu Sheng a wink.
Fu Sheng rolled his eyes and moved his fingers rapidly in front of the screen, complaining in his heart.
"Jia, let me see if you, bastard, have any bottom line."
Intention: Self-reliance and continuous struggle