C125 Intimate Contact

"No, no, no. Sister Ruxue. " Lee Xiaomeng said awkwardly. He thought of something and carefully asked, "Sister Ruxue, what unhappy things do you have to go to the bar to get drunk?"

"This. . . " Piao Ruxue's face changed. How could those secret things tell Lee Xiaomeng, this pure big boy? Even if she told him, he wouldn't understand. "Nothing. .