C195 Be Good to Me!

I turned my head to look at them. Wesley did not reject me. He really picked up the cup and drank it with the woman.

I didn't know why, but my eyes felt sore and painful. The music started, and I quickly retracted my gaze from that place and started singing.

From the beginning to the end, it seemed like there was a gaze that was staring at me like a thorn.

I didn't think about it