This guy!
Can you stop making it sound so sensitive?!
Did it... but won't admit!
This, this, this! She just gave it a little press, okay? Ahhhh!
"Then... then what do you want?" Alan took a deep breath, looked up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring straight at Lou Xining.
This look, clearly a slight pout, but in Lou Xining's eyes, it was more powerful than a flirtatious glance.
His heart skipped a beat, and Lou Xining hurriedly shifted his gaze.
He did not mention the previous topic anymore but instead looked at the key on the table.
"Take a closer look, do you remember this key?"
Seeing that Lou Xining had stopped talking about such an awkward subject, Alan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She then lowered her head, looking at the key Lou Xining was pointing at.
It looked somewhat mottled and old.
"I don't remember. How could I recognize something you bought from some hooligans?" Alan snorted, relaxed, and leaned back on the sofa.
