Tang Xintian had never so clearly experienced what it meant to say, "What the hell."
Damn wasn't enough to describe it, you know?
In Tang Xintian's mind there was a loud crash, like thunder striking her, freezing her in place and making every hair on her body stand on end.
Damn!
To be fair, tonight's moonlight was beautiful, clean, bright, soft, and clear.
Under the moonlight, the scene in the living room was also beautiful.
.
Two very beautiful people, in a very beautiful environment, working together on something.
Doesn't it sound even more beautiful?
Bullshit!
Sister Da Tang was about to explode, you know?!
'Isn't he, he, he supposed to be GAY?'
'Did she, she, she straighten him out?'
'No, no, no, that's not right...'
'She may be manipulative, but she's not that casual, right?'
'He can resist Pan Ge, he can resist me, he can resist that assistant who looks like a big pear, so why can't he suddenly resist Orange?'
'FUCK!'
'What happened while I was blacked out?!'
