Ziyan: Xiaomu, go get me a glass of water.
Xiaomu: scum, dear
Zi Yan: Little wooden person is so tired...
Xiaomu: Smiling evilly... Then let me press it for you~
Ziyan: Hmm~ I hate it. Press there...
Ziyan: Xiaomu, look at that beauty, she's so beautiful
Xiaomu: Yes, it's quite beautiful. You can have whatever you want.
Ah~ Ziyan, it hurts so much, why are you pinching me?
Ziyan: Stupid wood, annoying wood...