Lu Yihan had stood in place for a long time, as if he was scared. Even he did not know how long he had stood there. He lowered his head, and the ash of cigarettes had fallen to the carpet. His finger was about to get burned. After a long time, he suddenly chuckled as if he was angry. Stepping into the bathroom, irritated, he threw the cigarette butt into the toilet and flushed it. The sound of flushing sounded and he saw that the cigarette butt was washed away. Lu Yihan inexplicably felt a bit relieved, as if the bad things were washed away. However, thinking of the behavior of Luo Zhan just now, he couldn't help but scratch his head and curse, "Motherf**ker! What the hell!"
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