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"Hehe~~" Beibei blinked, "Shenshen, you're really nice."
Mi Shen: "..."
She stared at Beibei's smiling face and shivered appropriately, "Mao Xiaobei, did you get your head caught in a door?"
It wasn't that she was making a big fuss; she and Beibei had been friends for so many years, inseparable and as close as two people in one pair of pants.
Usually, Beibei was very thick-skinned and would never say "you're really nice" so earnestly and affectionately—much easier to kill her than to make her say those words. Sappy was never her style—she'd more likely throw herself at you, which would be far more normal.
Mao Beibei pouted unhappily, "Mi Xiaoshen, don't you have any sense of romance? I'm confessing my feelings so deeply, can't you drop that disgusted look?"
Mi Shen scooted towards the edge of the bed, "Cut the crap, just tell me, what are you up to now?"
"..." Beibei suddenly looked annoyed.
This guy, absolutely devoid of any romantic bone.
