Thirty-one minutes later...
Hua Hua once again rested on Ling Yin's arm, lying in his embrace, placing her elephant-bun-like leg over Ling Yin's leg, slapping her thigh and laughing heartily, "Oh my god, that's too funny! Could it get any funnier? Brother Ling, you tell me, how can he be so brainless? Haha, haha..."
Ling Yin unconsciously stroked his hair, the corners of his eyes and mouth filled with laughter, locking the person firmly in his arms, saying: "That female protagonist is such an idiot."
"Actually, Fei La is quite idiotic in reality too. Once her manager asked me to make an evening gown for her, guess what? That night, she actually wore the dress backward to the party. Damn, she's simply brainless. She even called me to complain, saying I designed the neckline too low, when it's clearly her who has an exposure fetish. Haha..."
Thirty-nine minutes later...
