I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"It seems so. I saw that traitor Wanzhou is already level 47. It seems Sister Xianxian can't beat her."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Sister Xianxian is also level 46, and you're afraid of her level 47! A one-level difference will only boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige."

"Yes, I believe Sister Xianxian. She's definitely in trouble. Humph, Lu Jiu is really lucky, otherwise he would have been beaten and fled by our Zhou Zhou today."

Zhou Zhou looked at the public screen without saying anything. He suspected that Taohua Xianxian really couldn't refresh it anymore.

My breath was stuck in my chest and I felt very sick.

After disconnecting, Wen Wan let Lu Jiu fight in the wild for the whole morning, spending 10 to achieve a good record of 20 consecutive wins. Wen Wan was promoted from level 47 to level 50.

Lu Jiu's favorability has reached 80, the highest favorability value on the current list.

After lunch, Wen Wan, feeling very cheating, returned to her room. She pursed her lips and couldn't wait to open the video sent by Lu Ziye.

Even though the lighting in the video is very dim, the atmosphere is full. Lu Zi's wild and cool peach blossom eyes are covered by a black tie. He is shirtless, with his hands tied behind his back, kneeling with his head tilted back. The rear light is shining on his skin, and the camera shakes all the way down, showing his high nose bridge, sexual lips, Adam's apple sliding up and down, and his chocolate abdominal muscles with clear texture.

The picture is very rough and full of sexual tension, which makes people excited. This guy is really a cosplayer. If you don’t know him, you would think he is a top male model from some agency.

"Sister, I was wrong."

It even made Wen Wansu's old bones brittle, his face flushed and he buried his head in the quilt.

Wen Wan felt as if he had been bewitched, and this sentence kept circling in his head.

Damn, this male Daji.

I couldn't help but watch it a few more times, it was hard not to be moved.

Lu Ziye and his roommate walked side by side on the road after lunch. They had classes in the afternoon and the rental house was a bit far away, so they could only go to their classmates' dormitory to rest for a while.

I politely declined the third wave of female alumni who came to ask for my WeChat account.

The roommate placed one hand on Lu Ziye's shoulder and the other on his forehead, rubbing the back of his head. He said sarcastically, "Isn't he handsome? What's wrong with him? He's tall, handsome, and talented. He's a shining star in our school."

Lu Ziye curled his lips and joked, "Sorry, the sun's rays are too strong."

"You're really BKING." His roommate waved his fist at him. "By the way, what did the rich woman say? Did the video I made for you instantly capture her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys?"

"No reply." Lu Ziye said disappointedly.

"What? Shouldn't she be unable to stop? This rich woman has something, she can tolerate this." The roommate pondered: "Logically, the video should have an 18 on the bottom and an 88 on the top. How old is this rich woman? Is she 98?"

"24."

"How do you know? Didn't she reply to you?"

"Her Shuiyin information."

"Very good, please maintain your innocence. Is there anyone who would write that thing seriously? To have the ability to give gifts like that, my blind guess is 42." The roommate said seriously.

"Forget it, brother. You're as fierce as a wolf at this age. I'm afraid your yang energy will be sucked dry."

"You want to die?"

As he was speaking, Lu Ziye's phone alert sounded.

"Rich woman?" The roommate came over and wanted to look at Lu Ziye's phone.

Lu Ziye pushed him away and said, "Get out!"

"Okay, okay, I understand. You're worried that your brother will suffer, and you're also worried that your brother will drive a Land Rover." The roommate crossed his arms and watched coldly.

『Wan: Who took the photo for you?』

Lu Ziye answered truthfully that it was his roommate who took the photo.

"Wan: Great shots, keep it up."

Lu Ziye handed his phone to his roommate and asked in confusion: "What does she mean? Do you like it or not?"

"Didn't you tell me to get out? Guess for yourself." The roommate looked at Lu Ziye with a cocky sidelong glance.

"Don't force me to treat you to a meal." Lu Ziye gritted his teeth.

"Then I'll reluctantly help you take a look." The roommate took the phone from his hand, swiped it, and said solemnly: "Don't blame me for not warning you, you've met your match. What if she's not as rich as you think? Do you still want to try?"

"Let's give it a try." Lu Ziye was not in a good mood. Even if he was 42 years old as his roommate said, he would still bite the bullet and give it a try.