Li Yan and Cha Xiaodao exchanged glances, feeling somewhat uneasy.
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"Ah, only once in several months do I encounter a free wish, and whenever I do, it's always such a hassle!"
In the cluttered and dim room, a girl's face in front of the fluorescent screen lamented.
Cartoon stickers, celebrity posters, lace underwear, bags of chips, plastic toys with bumpy textures, boxes and boxes of CD-ROMs and cassettes.
The old desktop computer emitted an overburdened noise, yet it represented the rights that countless Yan Fu sought after, clambering over each other to obtain.
Dressed in disheveled clothes and sporting dark circles under her eyes, the girl sprawled in an office chair, tossing one leg on the computer desk and stuffed a handful of chip crumbs into her mouth.