The Return of the Un

"Hey, wake up, shameless man, just play dead for me!","The fragrance is warm and inviting, as delicate as a orchid!" Qin Yi's nostrils twitched slightly, his lips seemed to carry a dreamlike breath.,He remembered, that summer when he was 18 years old in his past life, he got into a fight at a bar because he was drunk and harassed the person in front of him, and was knocked unconscious.。