Fu Chenshi looked at the beads of sweat on her forehead and said with a wry smile, "I should be the one to do this kind of thing."

Didn’t you see that all the people crowded inside are gay men?

Song Zhiwei leaned in stupidly.

Glancing at Fu Chenshi's small body with disgust, Song Zhiwei responded with a yum ah ah ah ah, in fact, she was treating him like a bastard reciting sutras.

With his polite demeanor, as long as he goes in and waits until the sun goes ...