Literary Edition: Shen Yelin: The happiest thing I can think of is to grow from a toddler to a gray-haired person with you.
Reality version: Xia Qinghan never imagined that the little milk bag she had nursed since childhood would secretly change the fillings and transform into a sinister little wolfdog.
One night, Lian Ruoshui followed a certain game master in the class to get high points. Shen Yelin, who felt that he was being left out, secretly moved to sit on the armrest of the sofa, watching Xia Qinghan send out first and second blood, silent and speechless.
The game is not even halfway through, and five of the ten kills were contributed by Xia Qinghan.
"What kind of hatred? What kind of hatred! Let you do this to a short-legged person!"
"If you want revenge, give me your phone!" Shen Yelin, who was originally casual, looked at his teammates who were yelling and cursing on the screen with cold eyes.
"What are you doing?" Xia Qinghan silently put the phone away in her arms.
"Let them call them daddy!"
...
"Double kill!"
"Three kills!"
"Four kills!"
"The group is destroyed!"
Teammate: "Dad!"
"My sons are so good!"