Jealousy

With a look like that, it's hard not to be noticed.

Mo Bei turned his head, met his gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Feng Nai's slender fingers reached over and tapped on her screen. The fingertips were on the innocent passerby: "What does this uncle have to do with you?"

"Uncle?"

The game hasn't been retired yet.

Someone choked on the water at the Internet cafe.