Jiang Xu stared at An Nuonuo.
He thought to himself.
The index and thumb smell like alcohol.
The middle finger and index finger smell like tobacco.
But the middle finger and ring finger must smell like you.
When are people most comfortable?
When they are accepted.
An Nuonuo felt that Jiang Xu's gaze was somewhat off, so she decisively chose to run away.
"Don't go," Jiang Xu shouted, "Queen An, come help your emperor to ascend the chicken."
An Nuonuo ran even faster.
It was Friday, and Jiang Xu was staying at home, not wanting to go to work.
Today he felt like slacking off.
As the saying goes, life is short, slack off when you can.
Take a shower, look at the watch, a second of comfort is a second earned.
An Nuonuo went to play with An Ping.
Jiang Xu lay alone on the sofa browsing Quick Tunes.
The content on Quick Tunes was becoming increasingly rich.
There were also more and more high-quality ladies on the platform.
