Zhao Bin felt headache and pain when the morning light illuminated the whole room. He could not remember how much he had drunk last night.

It feels like something is pressing on your hand and it's soft, like a sponge, but it's more flexible and full than a sponge.

Opening his eyes, Zhao Bin almost fell to the ground one by one, only to see Qin Wen lying on his side like an octopus, his hand touching the other side's round peaks.

This gesture is somewhat ambiguous. Fortunately, the clothes of the two men are complete. Otherwise, Qin Wen woke up and Zhao Bin was 100% sure that the other...