Shen Xun's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he said in a hateful voice, "I'm happy!"
Fine...
Han Jun spread out his hands. "As long as you're happy."
He cupped his face and sighed.
"Sigh, when will it be my turn to have sweet love?"
There was still a lazy sleepiness in Shen Xun's eyes. His raven-black hair was slightly long and fell on his eyelashes. Hearing this comment, he held his forehead and smiled evilly. "If you want love, that's easy. If no one wants you, Jun'er, I can make do with you."
Han Jun: "..."
I'm sorry, I refuse.
If he dared to do such a thing, his father would be the first to beat him to death.
The farce in the afternoon ended with a display of affection. Song Yaoyao really wanted to hand Tang Xinrou over to An Feiran, but Tang Xinrou refused to leave, so she could only give up.
After two classes, Xu Yue brought Tang Xinrou to shoot an advertisement.
