Yousheng clutched his chest, his heart was beating so fast.
Yousheng didn't dare stay in the room any longer, quickly ran out, licked his lips, and then started to laugh foolishly.
After returning to his room, Yousheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He got up, opened the curtains, and saw someone still setting off fireworks outside.
Yousheng did dozens of push-ups, broke into a sweat, but still couldn't sleep.
Yousheng put on his shoes and ran to Xizeer's room.
It was very late, but Xizeer was still awake. As Yousheng entered, he said, "Bro, I can't sleep."
Xizeer glanced at him: "Did you do something bad?"
Yousheng shook his head: "No…"
Xizeer: "Humph…"
"Look at that lovestruck face of yours, still claiming nothing happened?"
Yousheng hurriedly touched his face: "Really?"
Xizeer chuckled…
Yousheng cleared his throat: "Brother, you've never been in love, so how would you know what lovestruck looks like?"
