When getting off the bus, Evan Tong felt like he was on fire. He was in his thirties, but he had just huddled in Lucas Huo's arms like a piece of trash. It was really embarrassing and embarrassing, but it was also really comfortable.
"It's still quite hot today." Lucas Huo was still calm, his face didn't change, his heart didn't beat, like Liu Xiahui, he was truly calm in the face of temptation. He got out of the car, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and then very naturally pulled Evan Tong up, "Where are we going?"
Evan Tong gestured to move forward, and followed Lucas Huo with the blush on her face still not fading.
He despised himself in his heart: I am so old, but I am still playing coy like a twenty-year-old boy. What a loser!
But if he has no future, then he has no future. That's just how he is.
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