If life were a screenwriter.
God damn it, come take a look at this script.
You dare to write, do I dare to watch?
Xinyu, who was totally stiffened up, also wished for a restart.
/remake.
The aunts and other women sitting in the living room, who were chatting amicably until that scene unfolded, all bolted up from the sofa. Their lower limbs exhibited an incredible ability to prop them up in a half-seated position while they craned their necks to watch in twisted fascination.
The moment Chen Yuan looked over, those heads didn't flinch at all.
Damn, if not for the Chinese New Year, I would have doused you all!
OK, time to rewind.
Chen Yuan focused inwardly, imagining the time rewinding back to half a minute ago...
No, Super, you didn't refresh it (crying tone)?
But it seemed to have frozen Xinyu in place.
Her hand holding the toothbrush hadn't moved at all.
Let's see what her expression is like?
