Wen Lan shook her head in confusion.
Gu Yan sighed softly.
No matter what kind of person they were, when it came to love, they would always do something abnormal and make a choice.
On this side, Angel ran in frantically. As soon as she pushed open the door, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol.
She saw that Los Angeles was lying on the bed without taking off his shoes. He was lying there without any form of image.
Angel was slightly stunned.
She remembered when she first met Los Angeles. Whether it was when they were at loggerheads or when they were in love, Los Angeles cared about his image the most.
He had never been so embarrassed before.
Angel bit her lip, closed the door, and walked in.
She walked to the bed and wanted to help Los Angeles take off his shoes. However, when her hand touched Los Angeles’foot, Los Angeles’body reflexively turned away.
