Not surprisingly, Huo Chenhuan panicked a little when he saw the message and temporarily forgot that he was not chatting as himself, but with the disguise of a normal livestream fan.
MulberryTreeInTheMountain: [It's not like that!]
MulberryTreeInTheMountain: [I'm not just going through with the motions, and I didn't mean that!]
MulberryTreeInTheMountain: [I'm too daft, I don't know how to speak pretty words, so all I could do was to borrow and adapt from other people's rainbow farts.]
Huo Chenhuan had sent several messages in a row. It was clear that he was panicking.
Su Yayan knew she had to stop her act then, so she proceeded with the leading statements.
Yan: [I don't like pretentious, flowery words. I want to hear the truth.]
MulberryTreeInTheMountain: [... Got it.]
Yan: [So…?]
Huo Chenhuan frowned and pondered upon that message for a long while. Finally, with a slight blush, he typed two simple words.
