On Chinese New Year's Eve, keeping watch for the New Year. Ye Li was bored out of her mind, playing "Fight the Landlord" on WeChat mini-programs. After going bankrupt three times in half an hour, she simply logged off.
Yanchen, on the other hand, could sit still, spending the whole evening reading a piece of foreign literature.
Ye Li couldn't sit still anymore, propping her head and looking at Yanchen, she asked, "Aren't you bored?"
Yanchen: "If you're bored, you could always do some exercises."
Ye Li: "..." Damn it, she shouldn't have opened her mouth.
Silently retracting into the sofa, Ye Li watched a movie while munching on snacks. Not until her stomach was round and full did she stop her hand. Her gaze wandered over Yanchen, "Yanchen, let me set up a WeChat account for you."
Yanchen didn't like contacting others, usually sticking to text messages on his phone. But Ye Li always loved to use stickers, and a chat without stickers, to her, was like a chat without a soul.
