"I smashed your laptop because I was just so angry..."
Such a childish thing to do.
"Let's talk about this tomorrow. Now go to sleep!" Yan Ye rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on from her twisted reasoning.
"Give it to me by noon tomorrow. I won't go to sleep until you promise me," Lian Xinying said, grabbing his sturdy arm for the first time.
He frowned at her persistence, "Demanding things from me and even setting a deadline? Do you think I am Doraemon? That I can just conjure up whatever you want?"
"It's just a box of candy!"
"Oh? And how much do you think this box of candy is worth?"
"About a hundred bucks! It can't be more!" After Lian Xinying made her guess, Yan Ye's face turned from slightly red to purple, and then dark with anger—quite a terrifying sight.
Staring at her naive yet incredibly adorable face, he sighed in resignation, "Such a waste of money!"
Lian Xinying thought he was referring to the laptop.
