The Beginning of Disaster

"Name?" "Kong Qingyan." "Gender?" "Can't you see?" "Oh, female." "Hey, I'm a man, don't write anything wrong!" "What are your measurements? What do you like to eat? Do you choose a coffee shop or a fast food restaurant when going out on weekends? Do you like romance movies or science fiction movies? When you get a haircut, do your bangs slant to the left..." "Can I ask for someone else?" "Getting back to the subject, how did it feel when you encountered something like that?" "Look at the dark circles under my eyes, they must be very bad." "Well, eighty percent of people will die on the spot after encountering something like that." "That's okay, farewell!" Kong Qingyan stood up with a snap, very free and easy. "The remaining 20 percent will die after being tortured." "Sister, do you think I can save you a little more? Insomnia is too painful!" Kong Qingyan sat back on the chair and showed a flattering smile. "First of all, don't call me eldest sister!" The woman bit her lip.