Wang Dafeng and Cao Beibei, one openly poked and disemboweled, the other secretly poked and prodded in various sexual ways, frightening the cute little boy Ye Dong to roll his big eyes and attack everyone everywhere.
"Why are you holding my hand?" Ye Dong's face was filled with disbelief.
Uncharacteristically, Cao Beibei squeezed his hand tightly and said nonchalantly: "I have the final say in my imagination. Please don't react so realistically in other people's sexual intercourse, okay?"
"But I am real!"
"I don't believe it."
"Then what do you have to do to believe it?"
"Well, let's do this, you eat a pineapple, and if you are allergic, it will prove that you are real."
"You, why are you like this!" The cute kid couldn't believe that this was the timid, inferior, shy and kind-hearted friend in his eyes.
"Okay, let's go."
"Why, why? I knew you wouldn't do this to me." Ye Dong rubbed the hand that had just been released and said happily.
Cao Beibei grinned and looked around. She had no time to care whether there was a refreshing spring breeze. She just wanted to say: "Where is the toilet? I'm so suffocated!"
