"Haha, listen to what you're saying~"
Yi Dong let out a laugh, took two cigarettes from the tin box in his pocket, and skillfully tossed one to Motan: "What? You found out your mind isn't as strong as you thought, can't make up your mind to cut it off when needed?"
Motan silently lit a cigarette, casually tossed the lighter to Yi Dong, and after a while, nodded, saying: "Yes."
"As expected."
Yi Dong clicked his tongue, looked down at the panoramic view of the old neighborhood where Motan lived, scanned past two girls holding hands and dressed lightly, and said in a worldly tone: "There's no logic to this thing, whether you're crazy or a sick pervert, in front of love, everyone is equal. If you're meant to fall in, it's hard to climb out."
Motan glanced at him, frowned and said: "If I remember correctly, you seem to have no experience in love either, right?"
"Tch, never seen a pig run doesn't mean never eaten pork."
