Standing at the intersection of the street, watching the people coming and going around, Guo Xihao lit a cigarette with a look of never before had melancholy.

what happened yesterday, like acting in a movie, flashed in my mind. Two beauties, who are called goddess like, met each other absurdly. Now they have a faint fragrance of jasmine. It's like a dream. The point is that nothing has happened in this dream.

"boom..."

at the moment when Guo Xihao was in a daze, several black motorcycles slowly stopped towards Guo Xihao with a low roar.

looking up, a slightly silly face appeared in front of Guo Xihao with a little...