The delicate Beiming Xue held Wang Yan's left hand, while the fiery Ouyang Feiting held Wang Yan's right hand. No matter left or right, both were top-tier beauties.
Seeing this, the hundreds of people in the parking lot almost went crazy.
The two goddesses of Wanghai Noble Academy, whom all men could only admire from afar, actually took the initiative to hold a man's hand today, and it's the same man.
This Wang Yan, how lucky can he be!
Every man's heart felt like it was being cut inch by inch, constantly bleeding.
Being men, why is there such a huge difference between us?
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting both widened their beautiful eyes, glaring at each other.
"Wang Yan brother is mine!"
"He's mine!"
"Wang Yan brother, come with me!"
"Wang Yan brother, come with me!"
Both of them pulled Wang Yan's arms, trying to pull him in opposite directions.
