Dang Yang: "..."
He tightened his grip on An Yue. His body tensed as An Yue's face rubbed against his chest.
She…
Dang Yang looked down at the small face that was enjoying itself with eyes closed in his arms, taking a deep breath… Forget it, she was drunk.
Any actions of a drunk person have no meaning.
Dang Yang held An Yue, nodding to the four people playing mahjong, and then left the private room.
The four-person mahjong group: "..."
The four people looked at each other.
This…
The actions of Dang Yang and An Yue just now were too intimate, not just the intimacy between friends, but more like lovers…
Could it be, Dang Yang and An Yue?
The two of them…
"What did I just say?" Xinxin asked the other three people.
One person laughed and said: "You said you have a good friend who has had a secret crush on Dang Yang for many years."
Xinxin: "..."
Feeling like everything was suddenly not okay.
"Do you think… An Yue would mind?" Xinxin asked.
