When they were in high spirits, it was even possible for them to help each other out.
However, Lei Xiao's heart was as pure as Liu Xiahui's. Not to mention hard, when others were watching the film with their blood boiling, his cold eyes were like a basin of cold water, pouring people from head to toe.
Yan beixiao gritted his teeth. The sharp pain at the corner of his mouth made him doubt that he had disfigured himself.
"Can't you be a little gentler? if you have the strength, throw it at little Hanxing!"
Lei Xiao's movements paused, and his dark eyes swept over. Yan beixiao felt a chill down his spine, and he immediately felt danger.
But luckily, he only put the cup down.
"By the way, is that thing of yours still working after not using it for thirty years?"
Yan beixiao placed his elbow on his knee and supported his head with one hand. He continued to pluck the fur from the Tiger's butt in a handsome manner.
