"Look, this is my notebook. These are the paintings I drew…And this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Ji Ruo sat on a small stool covered in colorful mist, unable to sit still.
Chen Mo seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time. His chatterbox attribute seemed to be maxed out, and his desire to share was also abnormally bursting.
At first, Ji Ruo thought it was interesting, but after Chen Mo finished introducing every tile in the room, he began to introduce the cracks in the room. Ji Ruo could not hold it in any longer.
According to Chen Mo, not only did everything in the confinement room have their own names, but there were also rich grudges between them!
What 'ZhuanXiaoFei likes' ZhuanXiaoMei', but 'ZhuanXiaoMei' likes 'ZhuanXiaoXi'…
Nail Big-Head had a bad temper, and Table Seam Seven was more introverted…Something like that.
