I Would Only Lose to Myself
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Sister Weiwei, let me tell you something. It's so funny!"
Looking at the words on the phone screen, Lin Weiwei replied casually, "Ah? What?"
It wasn't that she was impatient with Wang Yan, but that her mind was filled with too many messy things, causing her brain to be in a mess.
Looking at the phone screen, she subconsciously swiped upwards again.
Two lines of words appeared before her eyes.
"White! Horse! Silver! Gun! Lin! Ping! Zhi!"
"Sa! Lang! Hey! Yo! You! Most! Awesome!"
Fourteen words and fourteen exclamation marks. It was so stupid but she was dazed for the entire morning.
What the ghost!
The Chinese Language was unable to fully express the level of her confusion. She picked up the English Language that she hadn't used for a long time and wrote two sentences that started with an "F".
I had a lousy dream. Doggie got up in the morning and exchanged signals with me?!
F*ck, Telepathy?!