Zheng Ren couldn't understand Zhou Litao's sadness. He didn't even know what kind of harm he would bring to Zhou Litao when he met an emergency patient.
It was a sunny afternoon. To hell with the turbulence and the learning. They didn't think about anything, and they just held each other's hands, enjoying the warmth and sunshine.
As they sat side by side under the shade of the trees, Zheng Ren recalled the intimacy they had just shared.
The muscles in his body began to calm down, and the side effects of large amounts of lactic acid secretion began to show.
"Zheng Ren, Su Yun asked where we are. She said that manager song is looking for you." Xie Yiren leaned on Zheng Ren's shoulder, and their simple and relaxed life was so comfortable.
"Oh?" Zheng Ren's phone rang before he could speak.
[They're saying that they should quickly write a love song for both elegance and vulgarity ...]
"Hello, manager song."
"I'm outside. I'll be back in a while. "
