Ex-girlfriends, if Wang Zijun were to talk about them, he could go on and on for a whole day and night, from high school to college graduation, from the class belle to the delinquent…
If it were Qin Hao, not even a single fart could be knocked out of him with three sticks, always thinking about putting on his uniform and catching thieves, what girlfriend, he had no such worldly desires.
Xu Qing was a normal person—otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many flirtatious tricks up his sleeve, making Jiang He's face turn red with a racing heart, from innocent to feeling guilty, knowing full well that Xu Qing had ulterior motives but still unable to resist seeing what he wanted to do, quietly waiting for him to perform.
"Uh... girlfriend," he put his phone away, thought for a moment, and said, "That's called an ex-girlfriend."
"Ex-girlfriend? So am I the post-girlfriend?"
"You don't divide it into before and after, you're the current girlfriend."
