Sixty-one

Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." eat wrong today""Ice beer.""How much""One bite!"“Be careful, don’t drink anymore.” Su Man said, Xiao Bai nodded. Su Man, a beauty all her life, had always been one kind of person: naturally aloof and...