The second generation

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Ye Xiang held Dong Sui's face and kissed it, then smiled lightly and said, "It's a cosplay theme."

"Really?" Fang Dongsui was tickled by the kiss, and when he heard this, he was slightly stunned.

Ye Xiang looked at him in a daze, smiled dotingly, held his warm hand and rubbed it, and explained: "That's right, and it's a lottery."

The word draw made Fang Dongsui's shoulders shatter instantly, and he quickly remembered the many draws he had made in the show.

Fang Dongsui frowned: "It's drawing lots again..." He groaned, threw himself into Ye Xiang's arms, buried his head on his shoulder, and yelled with resentment: "Brother Ye, I don't believe in my luck so much, I have a premonition that this year's cosplay annual meeting will definitely not be a good thing."

"Will it?" Ye Qian stroked the back of his head, dumbfounded.

Fang Dongsui raised his wet eyes, pursed his mouth, nodded sharply, and said unwillingly, "Why draw lots? I don't know if cos Iron Man has a chance."

Ye Xiangcheng was amused: "Pfft."