She did not withdraw her hand, but kept inviting. The bright green eyes are charming.

My eyes have been staring at Wang Huashan's hand on the waist of the ant under her breast, and she looks forward to everything. I'm furious, fuck, I just can't see other men touch her, I'm narrow-minded, I have small stomachs and chicken intestines, I'm vinegar flying, I have a lot of thoughts... I want to kill her.

Everyone on the dance floor is smiling like a flower, surging with the beautiful scene of prosperity. I'm the only one who's sulking.

An old song of Wu Qilong,'Fireworks', is flying in the hall and stirring in...