At this point, it's rare for them to keep the same, both silent.

It's a joke, picking up clothes and throwing them into the street. They're not exposed maniacs!

"Stop talking?" Chu Qiao stared at the two men with cold eyebrows.

Xu was drunk. At this time, Wen Yian and Xi Yijun's face looked a little softer than usual.

Actually, only the two of them know that the so-called fight just now is just the vent after being depressed by jealousy.

Once upon a time, a person could only hold back any uncomfortable things on his own, but now it's hard to find more like-minded buddies who naturally vent when...