"Big bro!" Jing Hua's face grew darker and darker as he stared at Jing Xuan intensely: "I'll be a father before you!"
"So what? Your timing can't beat mine." Jing Xuan said confidently.
"How do you know I can't beat you? I can go for another round in two hours."
Jing Xuan patted Jing Hua's shoulder and said earnestly: "Two hours is really… too fast."
"Shit!" Jing Hua cursed rudely. Two hours, too fast?
The night was beautiful, with the symphony of various insects chirping and buzzing, forming a pleasant melody.
Backed by mountains and faced with water, the environment here was exceptionally beautiful.
The osmanthus in the courtyard had blossomed, filling the air with its fragrance.
Zhong Xing, dressed in a black tracksuit, sat at the stone table, with one arm resting on it, lazily leaning on the bamboo chair, staring blankly at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky…
The courtyard light was bright, making him seem like he was surrounded by a halo, emanating a sad aura—
