Zhang Yan's red lips still lingered on his face, and Shi Xiaohai walked slowly home.

there was a mess in my heart. I wanted to keep these girls now. I didn't want to be flirtatious anymore, but unconsciously, I got into trouble with another girl, but I couldn't refuse.

Zhang Yan is neither Xie Bingxuan nor Huo Hanyan. Ice can melt, pride can soften, but cold is frozen to the bone marrow. Occasionally, spring will soon be covered by ice and snow. Once I show a trace of dissatisfaction with her, no one will expect what this introverted girl, who has even presented morbid, will do!

more importantly, Shi Xiaohai...