As soon as Xie Qinghuan got home, she turned on her computer and started typing.
"I'm so sad, but you don't even comfort me QAQ"
No response? Xie Qinghuan typed the keyboard loudly in anger:
"You were at fault this time, how could you ignore me?"
"I just didn't see it"
"No matter, please comfort me! I'm so sad ˉ^ˉ"
"I won't"
"Then I'll teach you," Xie Qinghuan said, "You can hit me whatever I hit."
Just when Cheng Ran was about to refuse, the screen quickly added a few lines:
"Don't say no! I'm the victim. Tell me to eat well."
"Eat"
"!! God, you are so lazy! Tell me to have a good rest."
"Rest"
"Tell me not to miss you too much."
"Miss me"
Three years later, Cheng Ran pinched Xie Qinghuan's wrist and roared: "Do you have any intention?" Xie Qinghuan had never seen such an irrational Cheng Ran. The overwhelming anger in his eyes scared Xie Qinghuan away from her emotions. She didn't even dare to look at him again. After so long, facing Cheng Ran, all she could do was run away.