C148 Principles

After getting on the car, Yu Xiaomei told the taxi driver the address of a bar called Zero Degrees.

"Chen Yang, why does your forehead look like it was injured?" Yu Xiaomei stared at the scar on my forehead, wanting to reach out to touch it.

I grabbed her extended fingers and said in a warning tone, "Didn't I just say that I wouldn't do anything? If you make another move, I'll go back