With that said, he opened the quilt, put on his pajamas casually, and got ready to go out.
Duanmu grinded his teeth, then grinded them again. Finally, he put his hand on her wrist, and the words almost burst out from his teeth: "I'll go."
"Aren't you afraid of others laughing at you? Aren't you afraid of losing face? Let me go, anyway, this is my own business." Xiahou Xiyue shrugged, speaking unambiguously.
