Shu Yan: Performance Art

Qi Yan stared at the wrinkled black bag.

This lady is really a lovely person.

As he thought about it, he tugged at his dry and cracked lips and forced a smile. Then he stretched out his hand, slowly opened the bag, took out a bottle of mineral water and took a sip. His ears moved when he heard the footsteps. The sound quickly returned and stopped at the wall at the entrance of the alley.

He raised his eyes and saw Yu Shu turning back again.

She was obviously thinking of something, hiding