Qi Jingyu felt that he could not live any longer. Can't he do something happy? Hey! Hey! That guy! Can you put down the pen in your hand?! He continued to swish as if he hadn't heard. Qi Jingyu was so angry that he almost burst out laughing. He approached someone and licked his earlobe with his hot breath. "How do you write that? One day, one day, a certain historical officer was..." "No, no... don't talk about it..." When he saw someone's red earlobe, Qi Jingyu was satisfied and dragged him back to the sauce. This text is a fiction, and the Party has been careful to enter it!