Red Beans Grow in the South

Director Chen said, "You don't need to know how. Just follow along with the movements when the time comes."

[This one's good too, this one's good too. The married-wife vibes are overflowing.]

[Good people get made into wives, bad people get NP'd. Shen Ranxin deserves it!]

[This outfit has more fabric than the last one, but that lingering charm is even stronger!]

[The doctor asked why my dick was on fire.]

[At the poorest age of my life, I met the person I most wanted to spend money on.]

[Fuck, I'm selling neighboring Inner Mongolia to send you a Carnival!!]

[Inner Mongolia: Excuse me?]

[Red beans grow in the south, pipas produce male models...]

Lu Zhi looked at Shen Ranxin, utterly captivated on one hand and so furious his eyes had gone red on the other.

Someone quickly posted Lu Zhi's previous qipao look alongside Shen Ranxin's current styling online. As expected, it stirred up another wave of ecstatic visuals fans, and the popularity of Instant Heart rose once more.

These days, there might not be much else among the people surfing the internet, but there was never any shortage of horny freaks.

Unaccustomed to it, Shen Ranxin plucked at the pipa prop with his fingertips. He discovered that it actually made sounds, so whenever he had nothing better to do, he set it on his lap and idly plucked at it a few times.

Lu Zhi walked over and dropped to one knee before him, his eyes fixed tightly on Shen Ranxin's fingers.

Shen Ranxin was a little confused by his movement. He immediately stopped plucking the strings and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Lu Zhi leaned forward slightly, reaching out to grasp Shen Ranxin's knuckles. Looking up at him, he said, "I missed it."

"..." Shen Ranxin