Xu Xiangbei knew that if he opened his mouth and indulged Ouyang Jiahui, Spring 7 Villa would never have peace again.
Right now, it's just a small party. Who knows what's next? It could be a bigger party with more people, or even Ouyang Jiahui bringing a crowd and crazily tearing down the building.
He shook his head, resolute: "Ten minutes, end everything."
The feeling of rejecting temptation is really damn satisfying.
After saying that, ignoring Ouyang Jiahui's crazed and furious expression, Xu Xiangbei hummed a little tune and went downstairs to find Gu Xinyan.
The autumn season of blooming osmanthus filled the community garden with a light fragrance. Gu Xinyan held a book in her hands, but her eyes were fixed on the tender white flower buds of the osmanthus tree, her expression intoxicated.
Xu Xiangbei's big face leaned over again, snatching the book from her hands, and like a prophet, he drew out the signed photo of Liu Yuxing hidden between the pages.
