On the third day of the Chinese New Year holiday, Qingran also succumbed.
The weather outside was too cold, so she nestled on the sofa to play video games with Li Qingmo and Xie Ying'an, while Liu Luoxi and Ruan Ruan were also in the room.
Qingran was clearly just making up the numbers, because as soon as she touched down, she turned into a box.
New to this kind of game, and not understanding why, she looked bewilderedly at Xie Ying'an beside her.
Xie Ying'an barely held back his laughter, touched her head with all seriousness, and comforted her: "It's fine, the system detected you've been on your phone for too long and thought you should rest a bit."
Qingran: "..."
Xie Ying'an, do you think I am an idiot?
Li Qingmo, addicted to playing games, didn't bother about whether Xie Ying'an had been up to something with his sister. In his eyes, there was one rule: games are slightly more important than his sister.
