MeiLing fell silent, a slideshow of memories flickering before her eyes.
"Let's go."
Qian Qian's eyebrows danced with joy, quickly grabbed her mother's hand, as excited as if she were splurging on overseas purchases.
"Time to wash hair."
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"I don't want to live stream anymore."
Near East Sea University.
Inside a rented apartment.
Li Shuru lay on the bed, her black hair spread out, nestled in the arms of the campus's famous 'bootlicker,' when she suddenly declared.
"Why?"
Jiang Chen, who was unconsciously toying with her hair, asked subconsciously.
"Don't you dislike it?"
At these words, Jiang Chen was taken aback and then asked in confusion, "When did I say I disliked it?"
Li Shuru looked up.
"Then why did you just now..."
As the topic came up, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a bit sullen; it was clear that she was teasing him again.
