Wei Anning was feeling frustrated inside. "Will you die if you're not sarcastic all the time?" She sat for two minutes before the intense itchiness began again. Not daring to scratch, she fidgeted and wriggled about on the sofa.
Leng Youchen glanced at her. Her face was red with an effort to hold back, and her expression somewhat twisted. He raised an eyebrow and teased, "Do you have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder by any chance?"
"..."
She couldn't expect pearls to fall from a dog's mouth and was too lazy to stoop to his level. The itchiness was terrible, itch, itch, itch! She stood up and then sat down again, and in no time, she was drenched in sweat.
Leng Youchen watched her with leisure, as if enjoying a monkey show. Resting his chin in his hand, he made a playful suggestion, "Here's a kind piece of advice for you. You could do the fitness dance, three punches left, three punches right, twist your neck, twist your hips..."
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