Lu Mo’s eyes were red from crying. His heart was sour and bitter, and he felt very wronged, the moment he opened his mouth, his tone was very harsh, “It doesn’t matter? I sat on D’s Leg and hugged you to feed you wine, and it doesn’t matter? Then does it only matter if I’m F * cked? !”
“Can you not let your imagination run wild? That woman was just sitting on my leg when you bumped into her. What do you want me to say? I said that I originally wanted to push her away. Do you believe me?”
