This sounds so familiar.
Su Qing looked at Gu Ran again, "Honey, do you cherish me?"
"I can't possibly cherish you every time you clip your nails or get a haircut, can I?" Gu Ran said.
"Someone seems a little too full of himself," He Qingyan laughed.
"Draw a punishment card," Chen Ke said.
"He Qingyan still has three cards, I have four, Chen Ke has four, and you, group leader, have three — the probability of drawing a normal or abnormal card is fifty-fifty," Gu Ran analyzed considerately.
Su Qing's fair and delicate hand hovered over the punishment cards, hesitant.
At last, she picked the one closest to Gu Ran.
She opened it carefully and after seeing the contents, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sing a song for Chen Ke," Su Qing showed everyone the content of the punishment card.
"Who wrote this!" He Qingyan was very dissatisfied, just like a language teacher discovering that someone in the class had deducted points for a dictation test.
