Jo Rubing's eyebrows were red and the two young hooligans were itchy. After looking at each other again, it was obvious that Jo Rubing's blurred mind was not working. Two pairs of Thieves'eyes aimed at Jo Rubing's body, especially on the tall soft flesh and the two slender black silk-wrapped legs. Obviously even unbridled.

Quickly finished another glass of beer, probably because he drank too fast. Jo Rubing felt a little confused, but his mind did not stop. He raised the empty glass in his hand and laughed, "See, I've drunk it again, and you're going to drink it."

Perhaps there is a sentence that just explains Jo Rubing, that...