Chapter 13Eleven thirty in the evening.
Yan An wrapped her wet hair in a large towel, went to the kitchen barefoot to pour a glass of water, then turned back to the bedroom.
After taking a bath, the smell of alcohol on Yan An"s body disappeared without a trace.
The jet lag after returning from abroad has not been reversed. Yan An sits on the bed and scans his mobile phone boredly. The wireless at home has not had time to renew. The bored man came to poke her.
Man: I haven"t had s*x for a long time. Life is no longer fun.
If these two women collided, they could tear the world apart.
Yan An laughed when he saw it, and dared to say that he was the most daring man.
Yan An: Do you have fun too?
Man: I don"t want to play anymore, I want to talk about love.
Yan An: The bird without feet
