Can you stop calling me Xiao Chu?
What do you mean by being jealous of oneself?
Even if she wanted to roar, Lu Xi, knocked out by two glasses of wine, could only think about it; even forming a complete sentence was difficult for her.
She was so useless, this man only needed to kiss and hug her to smooth out her frazzled nerves after a whole day.
Clearly feeling miserable, yet she still couldn't control her desire to be close to him, "…I feel bad."
Lu Huai'an looked at the girl, her eyes brimming with tears, feeling both helpless and amused. She was finally starting to understand and show all sorts of little emotions because of him.
"Of course, drinking makes you feel bad. If you have a headache, don't move around."
Lin Chu is Lu Xi, and Lu Xi is Lin Chu.
He could recognize her by just one look at the beauty mark on her earlobe.
Xiao Chu, it's you, it has always been you.
How should I tell you?
