Ethan Jiang rubbed his ears, which were a little hot from Lucas Cen's breathing, and said nothing.
The man was too lazy to listen to his prepared words, and directly stretched out his other hand, pressing his body from top to bottom. Finally, he touched the wallet in Ethan Jiang's trouser pocket through the fabric. He paused slightly, and his large palm was about to slide into Ethan Jiang's trouser pocket.
Ethan Jiang quickly held him down, and was a little nervous. "What are you doing?"
"Want to do it?" The man deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and said in a low and playful tone, "If you want to do it, give me the photos first."
Ethan Jiang: ...
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