In the dim alley, there was a careless man squatting at the door of the courtyard. A wisp of white eyes rose up from his fingers and disappeared in the air.
The old wooden door behind opened from the inside, and a pair of slender legs stepped out first.
"Let's go." Roven Lu gently kicked Kevin Mao, who was squatting in front and smoking a cigarette, with his toes.
Just as he finished smoking, Kevin Mao crushed the cigarette B*tt with his bare hands and threw it into the trash can at the door. He followed Roven Lu quietly to watch him lock the door.
The studio was changed to a comfortable natural minimalist style. On the day the decoration was completed, Kevin Mao got a truck from nowhere and hauled 20 pots of pothos and a bunch of succulents from the flower market, saying it could remove formaldehyde.
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