People passing by could not help but stop and take a few more glances at the beautiful young people they had been dreaming of for a long time, but no one dared to come forward to take a photo or ask for an autograph.
Because everyone has not yet determined whether the lunatics in front of them are seriously ill.
I don’t know if the traffic in this area is really a traffic jam, or if people are deliberately creating a traffic jam.
Teacher Yan Jia is so cruel. Each of the seven people must do three good things in one day.
Really, how can there be such a thing in the world that needs help?
Moreover, how many people dare to need our help?
When I called "Sell Down", the crowd around me seemed to be gathering more and more intentionally or unintentionally.
"Wow, it's supreme..."
"Really, ah! So excited!"
"Ye, look here..."
"Han Qing is so beautiful! Her hair looks so European"
"What are they doing!"
"Performance art? It's so trendy!"
Gradually, the nymphomaniacs in the crowd began to boldly take out their mobile phones, digital cameras, etc., admiring us as if we were sculptures participating in an exhibition, and taking photos as souvenirs.
"Bye!" Saienke suddenly stood up in front of me, unplugged his headphones, shook his red hair, and the lip diamond on his lower right lip was shining brightly.
He gave me a smug evil smile, and then started walking towards the group of nymphos, leaving behind his ruffian figure.
What does he want to do? To torture fans? Or pervert to entertain those kind-hearted children?
"Wow! Ke is coming towards us!"
"K, I love you..."
"Hi, how can I help you?"
Just when we were wondering what that guy wanted to do, he actually just said hello to a few nymphomaniacs handsomely, and then gave me and us a wink.
"Are you talking about...me?" The girl standing in front of Sienke lowered her head shyly. She was only as tall as Sienke's shoulders and was a bit petite. Generally speaking, she looked like an innocent girl.
"This beautiful lady, are you willing to let me help you?" Sainke was so shameless that he pretended to be a gentleman and made an invitation gesture to the lovely girl.
"K, I do!"
"K, I do too, I'm prettier than her."
"That's right! She is so ordinary and has no qualifications..."
When the nymphomaniacs around saw that cute girl biting the tip of her index finger shyly, they all wanted to seize this opportunity.
"Are you willing?" God! Is this Zionke? He, he... he can be so gentle.