"Fifty episodes! Fifty episodes! What on earth are the male and female protagonists doing? Are their mouths covered by 502?!"
"My grandma's dentures are better at talking than these two!"
"What kind of fairy tale? The heroine blocked the car accident for him, and she was so stunned that she couldn't tell her even to death?"
"The male protagonist has been standing guard at the door of the ward for three months and refused to go in? Are you here to be a doorkeeper or to fall in love?"
Lin Qingci angrily complained about a BE short drama about forced sadomasochism, and died of a sudden heart attack. The moment he fell, he was still thinking: "If I go in, I have to use a wrench to pry open the mouths of these mute people."
Opening his eyes again, he saw an enlarged version of a stern face in front of him.
"Sign it. Contract lover, monthly salary of 20,000."
Lin Qingci lowered his head and glanced at the agreement, his eyes resting on the words "no personal feelings" for two seconds. He raised his head again and glanced at the human-shaped iceberg in front of him. His eyes slid from his frown to his long crossed legs, and then back to his dark eyes.
Ha, man.
Let's see how she turns the saw-mouthed gourd in front of her into a pea shooter who can fight zombies...
