This kind of public area built on a skyscraper, a platform is a kind of ecology, and it is one of the most lively area types in the city.

Here, not to mention the waiting areas for various transfer lines, there are also open-air drink shops, snacks, street stalls, and even performers.

At the edge of the platform, in a slightly cleaner place, in the gradually cool night breeze, the hoarse vocal cords of the singer gave the vulgar dog-licking song a bit of charm.

Long Qi all sang along:

"Never forget the repeated nights, the days in dreams;

"When you're drunk, you still look like before;

“Swaying on the railing, hoarse oaths;

"You became who you were in the dream, and I only remember...

"That skirt is swaying in the wind."

Li Taisheng declined to comment, while Yuan Wuwei clapped his hands as he went about his errands, not sure if it was for the singer-songwriter or Long Qi.

Mo La took a look at her own outfit: "Fortunately, there is no skirt or anything..."

Long Qi was so angry that he provoked her because he was crazy.

However, after all, Mo La is a beauty, and she has a unique temperament, which is especially suitable for the night scene of a metropolis - rich in color, dazzling, and full of hidden variables and risks.

The rigorous logic of the dream game has caused many passers-by to take a peek at the platform.

. Later, someone even came closer and asked softly:

"Madam, do you want a portrait?

"Sketch, very quickly."

"Please vote for me at the end of the month!"

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Chapter completed!