C113 Let Your Hands be Cheap

He put his hand on his shirt again, but Lyi Rann stubbornly pushed him away again, expressing his dissatisfaction with the alcohol. "I don't need you, you can go. I don't need you." He put his hand over his eyes and said the last sentence with an air of grievance and coquetry. Shen Moyun knew what he was talking about. It was almost twelve o'clock, and his birthday was about to be over.

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