"Ke Beiling, come here!"
On a summer afternoon, the sun is just right. Qin Ya leaned on the back of her chair, holding back a smile and waving her hand to Ke Beiling who was not far away, ready to punish him.
She originally thought he would stand on the other side of the table, but when Ke Beiling heard Qin Ya calling him, he walked around several rows of tables and chairs and walked to her, leaning down slightly to listen to her carefully.
Ke Beiling's enlarged and delicate face was right in front of her, and the questions that Qin Ya had thought about for a long time suddenly slipped out of her head, leaving only her heart beating wildly.
Qin Ya talked about this matter with Ke Beiling again during a bed chat.
"You are just a central air conditioner!" Qin Ya said with a smile as she threw a pillow out of her hand, but Ke Beiling caught it firmly in her hand.
He put the pillow aside, his eyes reflected the same serious attitude as before, and spoke slowly.
"The central air conditioner only blows on you."
Concept: The story of a pseudo-central air conditioner and its remote control