Nangong Ye was alone in the room and stared at his penis. He looked at it in disbelief. It was really impossible again.
He was really going crazy.
Chapter 5 He still can’t do it (7)
That night, Nangong Ye couldn't sleep no matter how he slept. His whole face was twisted into a twist, and he stared at his vagina all night long.
Until early the next morning, Nangong Ye still didn't fall asleep, and what happened here naturally reached Bai Luochen's ears.
Nangong Ye came to Bai Luochen's apartment with a cold expression on his face.
When he thought about what happened last night, he almost wanted to go crazy. This incident almost completely wiped out all his good mood.
Damn it, he was so annoyed just thinking about it.
Bai Luochen originally wanted to laugh, but looking at Nangong Ye's face, he didn't dare to laugh. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, brother, there is nothing we can do about this kind of thing. In the future,
Look again!”
But thinking that he actually talked about such a thing, he felt that it was really funny. But at this moment, even if he was lent another courage, he didn't dare to laugh out loud!
Look at Nangong Ye's appearance. It doesn't look like he's telling lies. At this moment, he looks very angry and uncomfortable!
He couldn't figure out whether it was true or false.
Nangong Ye sat there with a face as cold as ice. He said angrily: "I was obviously fine the night before yesterday..."
At this time, Bai Luochen no longer believed that much. He just thought it was Nangong Ye who had an erotic dream. So, he said: "Forget it, just think of it as an erotic dream. Besides, if it's really true,
Okay, why didn’t it work last night? Maybe it was your erotic dream..."
After saying that, Bai Luochen picked up a glass of water and drank it.
As soon as Nangong Ye heard Bai Luochen talking about an erotic dream, he immediately slapped the table hard and said sternly: "I said, it's not an erotic dream, it's not an erotic dream. Don't you understand?"
What an erotic dream? It was obviously such a real thing. How could he not be able to distinguish between an erotic dream and whether it was real? How could it be possible?