He doesn't love watching the Finance channel himself, but estimates that Ling Yin might like it, so he focuses on scrolling through Weibo.
"Let's go out to eat." Being cooped up at home all day would drive Hua Hua crazy, and it's a good way to shake off Mao Mao.
"Then we can go for a sauna in the afternoon." That way, the whole afternoon will be gone.
Hua Hua suddenly stared at Ling Yin's face.
"Do I have something on my face?"
"I told you to use a face mask at least twice a week, didn't I? You didn't listen, did you?" Hua Hua frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain: "Look at your skin, you have pores."
Ling Yin felt frustrated; isn't it weird for a man like me to frequently use face masks?
He absolutely dared not speak such words aloud.
"No way, you must get a SPA. I'll do it at home for you." Hua Hua wriggled out of his embrace.
Ling Yin felt a headache coming on: "No need, right? I'm still having a cold!"
Does a cold have anything to do with getting a SPA?
