Pei Yan lowered his gaze, flicked ash from his cigarette at the edge of the pool table; his face was calm, without a ripple.
Seeing him not speak, He Qingzhou, knowing how to read the room, didn't bring it up again. After playing four games, Chen Jin complained that the smell of roast whole lamb wafting over from the opposite side was making his heart flutter.
Seaside City was bustling because it had everything one could enjoy—food, drinks, and entertainment.
However, the consumption here was on the higher side, and students generally seldom came.
Once the college entrance examination ended, the group hardly considered themselves students anymore.
July and August truly were a high school graduate's paradise time.
Xu Kanfeng teased, "Eating whole lamb in such hot weather, aren't you afraid even your piss will smell rank?"
Chen Jin retorted, "If it's not rank, is it supposed to smell sweet?"
