Be brave, be brave, my friend~
In the night, Wan Xinpeng was running with all his might.
The last time he ran like this was over two months ago.
That time, he was just getting his hair washed at a massage parlor when the vice squad showed up, but fortunately, he was quick-witted. He heard the commotion, sensed something was off, reacted in time, jumped out the window, and ran.
Damn it.
Spending money to kiss and all that, isn't it just doing import-export trade? The country clearly says it's supportive, but why does it turn into a crackdown when implemented?
They say love without material is like a pile of sand.
So why arrest the love that I exchanged for with material things?
But later, Wan Xinpeng figured it out himself.
The saying isn't wrong, it's just that his material wealth wasn't enough. If he had more, he would be trading not for a minute of love but for a year—turning it into a sponsorship, which isn't illegal.
