Luo Zhan pulled his pants up and gave him a hard push. With a slight blush, he bristled, "F**k off, drunk people must behave!" After that, he quickly got up and pulled his pants to check it out himself. Deliberately finding the private place to look at it, he did not think there was anything wrong with it. and it had not been so painful. Looking back, he found Lu Yihan had been lying on the floor with the nosebleed continuing.
So… So miserable. Luo Zhan suddenly felt like he was so noble, almost an angel! A heart of gold, really!
"Oh, I must have owed you something in a previous lifetime!"
