chic, pulling his wet hair to the back of his head and shaking gently with a glass of red wine in his hand.he swings flexibly to the rhythm of the music, like a fat dancer, makes a 360-degree turn in...ate you, these outcasts don't matter.on the tip of Qian Haoran's tongue, the golden bug suddenly opened a pair of thin wings and shook gently, its body like a tiny golden electric light across the air...