C561 Narrative about Being Critically Ill(1)

"Helping makes it smell like perfume, helping makes it, dancing with people?"

"How did you know?"

"Do you think I don't know how to look at my Moments?"

Liu Mang rubbed his nose, knowing that he was in the wrong, so he could only quietly sit on the table and start to eat melon seeds. This was the first time Faang Qing'er had seen Liu Mang so humiliated