One day after school, someone started talking about someone they hated.
Some people hate the procrastinating teacher, and some people hate a relative in their family.
When asked about Yan Xu's head.
Without thinking about it, he said, "Yes, Chen Jiayi."
That night Chen Jiayi broke into his bedroom single-handedly.
Sitting on his gaming chair, gnawing on his cut braised meat, drinking his squeezed juice, and asked him sternly: "You white-eyed wolf, you have no conscience, am I not treating you well?"
Yan Xu, who had just finished taking a shower, was naked from the waist up and his hair was still dripping with water. He picked up the short sleeves on the bed in front of her and put them on leisurely.
I was thinking: Okay.
But you are not only good to me.
Conception:.
